On a peaceful planet, a stunning landscape unfolds. Veloxia. The ground is carpeted with beautiful purple grass, pink roses, and the trees bear leaves of the same shade of purple and pink, contrasting against their brown trunks. The cityscape mirrors this harmony, with buildings and homes sporting roofs of a darker purple and brown hue. Above this unique city, the sky stretches out in a soft pink hue, casting a warm glow over the landscape. The rivers that meander through the city reflect the pink rosy sky, adding to the enchanting atmosphere of this distant world.
This city is home to a new race of people, strikingly humanoid yet distinctly different. Their eyes shine with a vibrant light purple, their nails are sharp and black, their canines pointed, and their hair a deep, coal black. The planet's strong conditions have sculpted their bodies, endowing them with great strength, these are the Veloxians. In the heart of the city, rising above the rest, stands a castle that serves as the stronghold of this society. Within its walls resides a woman of remarkable presence and power. Her eyes are a mesmerizing shade of vibrant purple, more vivid than others of her kind. Her skin is a rich, dark brown, and her coal-black locs are intricately adorned with gleaming golden clips. She is dressed in a black and gold regal attire, a testament to her status as the ruler of this place. Every aspect of her demeanor exudes authority and grace, marking her as a true leader among her people.
As the woman walks through the spacious hallway, the soft glow of the unique lamps hanging from the ceiling casts a warm, inviting light. The walls are adorned with intricate tapestries depicting the history of the realm, adding to the grandeur of the surroundings. On either side of the hallway, her main 20 loyal subjects are lined up with impeccable precision, their heads bowed in deference. Each one wears the uniform of the Veloxian royal guard, a symbol of their unwavering loyalty to this woman.
“Queen Vada,” they whisper in unison, their voices reverberating softly through the corridor. She nods graciously in acknowledgement, her regal demeanor never faltering. “Where are my boys?” Queen Vada demands to be firm and commanding.
One guard steps up, his expression respectful yet cautious. “Barrako and Voice are in the training room with Captain Kreed,” She replies.
“Ah, finally Voice decided to abandon his lazy tendencies and begin training with his older brother,” Queen Vada says, a hint of amusement in her voice. However, her amusement fades as the guard continues,”Well, actually, last time I saw them it was just Barrako training with Captain Kreed. Voice was reading again.”
Queen Vada’s regal demeanor begins to falter, replaced by a growing sense of anger and disappointment. Without another word, she strides purposefully towards the training room, her steps echoing in the hallway. As she pushes open the door to the training room, the atmosphere instantly changes. The room resembles a traditional dojo, with open walls that lead out to a porch, allowing the sounds of nature to filter in. She sees Captain Kreed, a muscular bearded bald man with dark brown skin, is in the midst of training, his body glistening with sweat.
"Hey, Vada," he greets, a familiar warmth in his voice that indicates a close relationship with the queen. "Good news, Barrako just learned the So-"
Before he can finish his sentence, Barrako interrupts with a swift punch to Captain Kreed's face, sending him flying across the room to crash into the wall. The impact is audible, and for a moment, silence fills the room as everyone processes what just happened. Queen Vada's expression is a mix of surprise and disapproval as she takes in the scene before her. “Guess I got caught up in the moment. My bad" Barrako laughs, scratching his head sheepishly. Standing there, drenched in sweat, his dark skin glistening, Barrako's vibrant purple eyes, resembling his mother's, shine with mischief. His coal-black hair stands tall in spiky tufts. Despite being only 14, he boasts a very athletic physique.
"Where's your little brother, Barrako?" Queen Vada sighs, crossing her arms and rubbing her forehead in annoyance.
"He's back there," Barrako says, pointing to the back of the room.
As Queen Vada turns her gaze, she sees Voice, Barrako's younger brother, engrossed in a book, seemingly oblivious to the commotion around him. Her expression softens slightly at the sight of her youngest son, but her frustration with the situation remains evident. “Voice, do you really think reading that book is more important than building your strength to guard our people?" Queen Vada asks, her tone stern as she glares at her 12-year-old son with a slimmer build than his brother, yet still possessing his other features. Despite his young age, she believes that his strength should already rival that of an average adult Veloxian.
"Veloxia has you, Barrako, and Father—what need is there for me to grow stronger?" Voice replies, still not tearing his eyes away from the book in his hands.
"You carry the blood of an alpha variant of the Veloxians," Queen Vada says proudly, pointing at herself. "And let's not forget your father's Veloxian blood. He might be gone right now but he's also an incredible fighter. You have so much potential because of your heritage. You can't waste it. You were born to..."
"Fight," Voice interrupts, finishing her sentence for her. "Nothing about what you’ve said today was new mother, I already know. But what if I told you that I didn't want to fight?" He says respectfully, finally placing his book down and meeting her gaze."Not an option!" Captain Kreed yells, dusting off the debris caused by being punched into the wall. "The rate of improvement you two are showing right now exceeds that of your mother when she was your age. To squander that potential reading books your entire life would just be an insult to your future. Besides, there are threats on higher-level planets that even your mother can’t handle, and I'm not so sure about your father though," he says, scratching his bald head in confusion.
“No disrespect to Vada’s strength," he begins, his voice steady, "but what I’m trying to say is, there will come a time when you won’t have your family around to protect you. You’ll have to stand on your own. And if you ever have a family of your own, how will you protect them when the time comes? Are you just going to call on us again?" he asks, his expression sincere and unyielding.
Voice purposely avoids fully acknowledging Kreed’s words, picking up his book once more and resuming his reading. He had always been praised for his academic prowess, yet when it came to training, he was constantly lectured. His brother, on the other hand, was the complete opposite—more inclined toward action than study.
Meanwhile, as the family squabble unfolds, 3 large white ships emerge on the horizon, exuding an air of authority. One of the ships is marked with two prominent S's, symbolizing its significance. As it approaches Veloxia, a surprising sight unfolds within its walls. Hundreds of subordinates, clad in armored white clothing, kneel in reverence at the sight of a single man.
This man is short, standing at a mere 5'6, but his appearance is anything but ordinary. He resembles a human in many ways with his pale skin and long black hair, but with distinct differences. Three red eyes adorn his face, with one particularly striking eye positioned on his forehead. Additionally, he possesses four elf-like ears, adding to his unique and mysterious aura. The man's appearance contrasts sharply with that of his armored subordinates, as he is clad in a black and white kimono. This attire sets him apart, suggesting a demeanor that is more serene and contemplative rather than battle-ready. Despite his relaxed appearance, his presence commands respect and authority among his kneeling subordinates.
As one of his subordinates approaches, he delivers a report, "He was right, sir. Gallaux has two sons."
"Two sons, you say?" Million questions, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
Upon hearing this news, each and every subordinate stands up and salutes in unison. "We await your command, 3rd Star Million!" they declare, their voices echoing through the room, a symbol of their unwavering loyalty and strength.
"When we land, make sure to find those boys. Gallaux's sons or not, I refuse to get my hands dirty on a level 2 planet," Million declares, clenching his fist with determination.
Back in the Veloxian royal family chamber, the argument among the family members rages on, each expressing their desires and visions for the future. However, their heated discussion is abruptly interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps approaching the door.
"My queen!" A guard yells, bursting into the room. "What's this about?" Queen Vada demands, her voice sharp.
"There are hundreds of Sovereign Federation soldiers in front of the castle as we speak," the guard reports, his expression grave.
"Sovereign Federation? Why would they come here with such numbers?" Captain Kreed interjects, his concern evident.
"They demand the sons of Gallaux sir," the guard replies, hesitating slightly.
"How do they know about my son's existence?" Vada gasps, shocked.
The guard hesitates. "It is unclear, Your Majesty. But... their leader claims to have irrefutable evidence and insists on an audience immediately. He warned of dire consequences should we refuse."
"What are we going to do, Vada?" Kreed asks, his voice filled with urgency.
"I'll have a talk with them. If anything serious happens I'll handle it. Only a few hundred, right?" Vada says confidently, stretching her arms in determination. "Let me come. I've gotten stronger. I even learned the Soul Propulsion technique," Barrako insists.
"No, you listen to me now. We have no idea who the federation brought with them and this is not the time to fool around and test your strength. These individuals can get extremely dangerous." Vada replies firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.
"Voice, go to that chamber I told you about, and Kreed, come with me," she commands, her voice unwavering.
As she walks sternly, ready for what's to come, through the hallway, Vada's thoughts drift to her sons. She regrets having kids with a wanted man, but her love for them all is unwavering. She can't let anything happen to them; they never asked to be in this world. She thinks about how she must protect them at all costs. The two brothers quickly run to the chambers, their pace fueled by fear. They've never seen their mother this worried before.
"Barrako, do you think Father could take on their entire army if he were here—" Voice begins, but Barrako cuts him off sharply.
"Of course but we can't rely on him right now. We have mother and Kreed; we'll be fine. I have never seen anyone take those two down," Barrako says, clenching his fist, making it his goal to calm his little brother's nerves.
"You're right; I shouldn't need to worry," Voice says.
Queen Vada gathers all her guards to prepare for the fateful battle ahead. Her mind is filled with the potential negative outcomes of this situation if she doesn't emerge victorious. Despite the looming uncertainty, she maintains hope and confidence in her strength as the most powerful Veloxian on the planet.
As she walks out to the front gates with hundreds of guards behind her and Kreed at her side, she is greeted with a sight that is both unfortunate and shocking. The reality before her is far worse than she had imagined. Homes are ablaze, people are screaming in terror, and what she thought was only hundreds of soldiers outside the gates is actually thousands.
The enormity of the situation hits her hard, but she squares her shoulders and steels herself for the battle ahead. She knows that the fate of Veloxia rests on her shoulders, and she is determined to protect her people at all costs. One of the sovereign soldiers steps forward, his demeanor brimming with confidence. "Queen Vada of Veloxia, by now, I trust you understand the reason for our visit,," he begins.
“And I trust you're aware of my strength," Vada responds, her tone slick with defiance.
"Oh, well we are. Do you not see the thousands of soldiers surrounding your very presence?" the soldier retorts.
"That is far from sufficient," she replies coolly.
The soldier's smirk widens. "One of the Sovereign Stars alone would suffice.”
“Just hand over the boys and we will be on our way. No more this distasteful Veloxian blood has to spilled” The soldier says, holding up a severed arm, the blood dripping ominously to the ground.
Kreed and the guards visibly react, trembling at the mere mention of the Sovereign Stars, while the soldiers laugh mockingly.
"The Sovereign Stars are known to be the seven strongest beings in all of Adapt," Vada says, her voice filled with shock and realization. The gravity of the situation dawns on her as she comprehends the formidable foes they are facing.
As tension fills the air, Vada's anger boils over, her veins protruding through the skin of her forehead so forcefully that they seem to pulse audibly, a physical manifestation of her fear and anger. She clenches her fist, her knuckles turning dark with tension, then yells out of desperation, "Why? Why all this for some little boys? They haven't experienced life yet. They're too innocent. They haven't even taken a soul. They're just children!"
The guard counters, his voice firm, "You and I both know those aren't regular kids," glaring at her with a singular purpose: to eradicate Gallaux children. In a sudden and daring move, three sovereign soldiers leap from the top of the castle, aiming to ambush Queen Vada. However, before they can even land, she senses the danger and looks up, meeting their gaze with a steely determination and anticipation in her eyes. From the thousands of soldiers' point of view, it appears that the soldiers have successfully landed on the queen, causing a huge cloud of debris to form, obscuring the scene from view. The onlookers are momentarily blinded by the swirling dust and rubble.
As the debris begins to clear, the soldiers watch with bated breath to see if they have successfully eliminated their biggest obstacle. However, to their shock, they see the three soldiers dead lying on the ground amidst the clearing dust. Queen Vada stands tall, her hands stained with blood, a fierce and victorious smile spreading across her face. Kreed and the rest of the Veloxian guards join her, their expressions a mix of relief and triumph.
As Queen Vada raises her blood-stained hands, her commanding voice cuts through the chaos of battle. "For Veloxia!" she shouts, her words echoing across the battlefield. The Veloxian guards, inspired by her leadership and unwavering resolve, rally to her call.
Having witnessed her effortlessly take out three guards, the Veloxian warriors are filled with renewed determination. They understand the gravity of the situation and the importance of this moment. With a shared sense of purpose, they charge forward, ready to defend their homeland at all costs.
The queen's presence on the battlefield is a beacon of hope for her people. Her courage and strength inspire them to fight with unmatched ferocity, determined to protect their way of life and ensure the survival of Veloxia. The battle unfolds in a chaotic frenzy as the Veloxian guards, inspired by Queen Vada's leadership, charge into the fray. Kreed leads the charge, his powerful presence bolstering their resolve.
The soldiers, taken aback by the Veloxians' ferocity and agility, struggle to keep up. Despite their superior numbers and advanced technology, they find themselves outmaneuvered and outmatched by the Veloxians' Soul Propulsion ability. Veloxians possess a unique ability powered by Impulsium, a rare element produced within their cells that embodies pure propulsion. This allows them to unleash rapid bursts of energy to propel themselves with exceptional speed and agility in any direction. As they move, a distinctive dark energy trail of Impulsium marks their path, highlighting their unmatched maneuverability and immense power.
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The battlefield becomes a whirlwind of dark energy as Veloxian guards dart and weave through the enemy ranks, striking with precision and speed. The air is filled with the sounds of laser fire and the clash of metal as the two sides engage in fierce combat. Meanwhile, as Barrako and Voice approach the trap door leading to the basement, the lowest floor in the depths of the palace, they notice the thick cobwebs that obscure their path. Pushing through, they enter the chamber below and are greeted by an array of weapons unlike any they have seen before.
Among the swords, scythes, daggers, and axes, the edge of each blade is forged from a different substance, all of them black. It is clear to Barrako and Voice that these weapons are crafted from the claws of the Veloxians, a stark reminder of the strength and ferocity of their people. Barrako picks up one of the swords and swings it playfully. "Wow, these swords are incredible," he exclaims, impressed by the balance and sharpness of the blade.
Voice, meanwhile, examines a small dagger with a critical eye. "Yah, they seem to be well-crafted," he observes. "This dagger could probably cut through steel with minimal effort." Barrako glanced at Voice "Do you remember these weapons being here when we were young?"
Voice shook his head. "No, they must have been hidden away for a long time. I wonder why they're here now?"
Barrako shrugged, a somber expression crossing his face. "Well having these weapons gives us an advantage, just in case."
As the battlefield erupted into chaos, Vada moved with a grace that belied the violence around her. Energy bullets whizzed past her, but she dodged them with a dancer's precision, each movement calculated to evade the deadly projectiles. When she closed in on the enemy Propulsions, her speed was astonishing. She seemed to blur, appearing next to them before they could react. With a swift motion, her claws extended, she struck, aiming for vital points with unerring accuracy. The Propulsions fell, their weapons clattering to the ground.
Meanwhile, Kreed's joy in battle was evident in every move he made. He faced the sovereign soldiers head-on, meeting their attacks with a grin. His punches were like thunder, each blow landing with devastating force. When they tried to grapple with him, he twisted and turned with the agility of a predator, always one step ahead. His movements were a deadly dance, a symphony of violence that left his opponents reeling.
Together, Vada and Kreed were a force to be reckoned with, their skill and strength unmatched on the battlefield. As the battle raged on, the Veloxians seemed to gain the upper hand, their warriors fighting with unmatched ferocity. Vada and Kreed led the charge, their skills on full display as they took down enemy after enemy. But just as victory seemed within reach, a figure emerged from the chaos, cutting a path through the Veloxian guards with chilling efficiency.
Each fallen Veloxian had a large, gaping hole in their abdomen, as if they had been pierced by a cannonball. The ground around them was littered with bodies, a grim testament to the power of their assailant. The sovereign soldiers, witnessing this display of carnage, recognized the figure with a mix of fear and awe.
"3rd Star Guardian Asuran!" they shouted, their voices filled with hope and determination. His arrival signaled a turning point in the battle, a moment that would test the Veloxians like never before. Asuran stood tall and imposing, his presence commanding respect even from his enemies. With him on the battlefield, the soldiers felt invincible, ready to crush their foes and claim victory. 3 Star Guardian Asuran is a towering man, standing at an imposing height of 7'2". His muscular physique exudes both speed and agility, hinting at his prowess in combat. His skin is smooth and snow white, marked with light blue spots reminiscent of a jaguar's pattern. Long, dark navy blue hair cascades down his back, and four arms adding to his intimidating presence. But it is his piercing cyan eyes that truly set him apart, their gaze seeming almost sadistic, promising trouble for anyone who crosses his path.
Asuran's agility is on full display as he sprints towards the queen, leaping over the heads of combatants on the battlefield. Multiple Veloxian guards move to intercept him, but Asuran merely grins at their efforts, considering them mere playthings in the grand scheme of the battle.
"Such brave souls," he laughs, his voice carrying a sinister edge. In a blur of motion, he delivers lightning-fast punches to each guard's gut, incapacitating them before they can even react. As he walks past them, he kills them casually, snapping his fingers, and a massive, gaping hole bursts through their abdomens, showcasing his mysterious power in a horrifying display of force.
As Kreed witnesses Asuran's display of power, he steps forward, capturing Asuran's attention. "Sorry, Kascana," Kreed speaks in the third person, his voice steady and confident, "but if you want the queen, you'll have to fight the great Captain Kreed." He gestures around him, sitting atop a pile of defeated Sovereign soldiers.
"Kascana?" Asuran's grin widened, his interest piqued. "So, you're aware of my people and our abilities?."
Kreed rises, his movements deliberate as he approaches Asuran. "Yes, but I've never seen it used like that before. You mind if I test it!," he remarks, his muscles tensing as he prepares for action. With a powerful thrust, he propels himself using Soul Propulsion towards Asuran, creating a cloud of debris and dust as he launches off the ground, ready to engage in combat.
As Asuran stands his ground, his eyes locked on Kreed, he anticipates the Captain's move with a predator's focus. As Kreed launches his first punch, Asuran moves with a speed that seems almost unnatural, smoothly sidestepping the blow while maintaining his unwavering gaze.
Kreed, caught off guard by Asuran's agility, finds himself momentarily stunned, his eyes unable to break free from the piercing cyan stare. In that split second of distraction, Asuran seizes the opportunity, delivering a devastating kick with the precision of a trained fighter.
Despite Kreed's attempt to block, the force behind Asuran's kick is overwhelming. The impact sends shockwaves through Kreed's body, shattering his defense and launching him through the air. With a thunderous crash, Kreed crashes into the sturdy walls of the castle, the impact echoing through the battlefield.
Vada seizes the opportunity, swiftly moving behind Asuran as he remains focused on Kreed. However, Asuran's keen senses detect her approach, signaled by the subtle vibration of his hair. With a quick turn, he launches a swift kick in her direction, but Vada is already a step ahead, ducking below the attack and positioning herself beneath him.
In a daring move, Vada utilizes her Soul Propulsion ability, propelling herself towards Asuran's leg with the intent to incapacitate him. However, Asuran reacts with remarkable agility, leaping high into the air to evade her attack. Undeterred, Vada continues her assault, launching a flurry of blows towards him as they both remain airborne, their movements a blur of speed and precision.
Despite their ferocious exchange, neither of them is able to land a decisive blow, each block and counter met with equal skill. Their grunts of exertion fill the air as the battle intensifies. However, their clash is interrupted by a guard's urgent cry, "Queen, the gates!"
Momentarily distracted by the guard's warning, Vada diverts her gaze, allowing Asuran to seize the opportunity. With lightning speed, he delivers a powerful punch to her gut, sending her hurtling towards the ground with tremendous force. The Veloxian guards, witnessing this turn of events, realize that their hope of victory hinges on defeating Asuran.
Asuran lands gracefully on the floor, his movements fluid and controlled. "Impressive," he begins, clearly amused. "I can't believe she managed to activate my senses at such a frequency. This woman is strong," he muses, a hint of admiration in his expression as he revels in the thrill of battle.
Despite his enjoyment, Vada's focus is elsewhere. With a growing concern for her sons' safety, she remains uninterested in continuing the fight with Asuran, even as she sees the sovereign soldiers flooding into the castle.
"She seems uninterested in fighting me, though," Asuran remarks, his amusement fading into annoyance. "I can't waste time fighting her now. I need to finish this quickly before Sir Million decides to intervene himself," he mutters, seemingly debating with himself.
After a moment's contemplation, Asuran comes to a decision. "Oh, well, forget it," he says dismissively. With a snap of his fingers, Vada falls to the ground, her once fierce gaze now empty and lifeless, a silent testament to Asuran's formidable power. As the battlefield witnesses Vada's defeat and her body lying motionless on the ground, a palpable silence falls over the scene. The soldiers on both sides stop in their tracks, their expressions a mix of shock and awe at the sight before them.
With unwavering certainty, Asuran strides towards the front gates of the castle, his pace deliberate and unhurried. The Interstellar Union soldiers kneel in deference at the presence of 3 Star Guardian Asuran, while the Veloxian Guards make no move to attack, clearing a path for him as they anticipate the futility of resistance.
"Such a bore," Asuran yawns, his demeanor nonchalant despite the gravity of the situation. As he walks, he ponders the significance of the boys for whom this battle was waged. In his mind, he dismisses them as insignificant, unlikely to ever rival the power of the Sovereign Stars, let alone reach the level of a 3 Star Guardian.
Meanwhile, Barrako and Voice are startled by hurried footsteps echoing above their heads. Fear grips them as they contemplate how the enemy could have breached the castle walls. "Do you think they've defeated Mother?" Voice's voice quivers with dread.
Barrako tries to reassure himself as much as his brother. "No, there's no way. They must have used some trickery. Mother is unbeatable," he asserts, though his trembling hands betray his uncertainty.
As the footsteps draw nearer to the basement, the brothers brace themselves for a possible confrontation. They gather whatever weapons they can find, arming themselves with Veloxian swords and pieces of armor. "Take these two swords, Voice," Barrako says, handing the weapons to his brother. He then picks up a sword for himself, his grip tight and resolute.
Voice hesitates, fear evident in his voice. "Are we really going to fight?"
With grim determination, Barrako responds, "If they find us, we have no choice but to defend ourselves, even if it means taking a life."
As the soldiers' footsteps echo above them, Barrako and Voice huddle in the dark corner, the musty smell of the basement mingling with the scent of their fear. Barrako's hand grips the sword tightly, the metal cool against his skin, while Voice's fingers tremble slightly as he clutches his weapon.
The sound of the door being battered grows louder, each strike sending a jolt of fear through the boys. Barrako's heart races, his breaths shallow and rapid, as he prepares himself for the imminent confrontation. He looks at Voice, whose eyes reflect his own fear, and whispers, "When he breaks the door, aim for the neck."
Voice nods, but his uncertainty is evident. The tension in the air is palpable as they both hold their breath, waiting for the door to give way. When it finally does, the soldier's figure looms in the doorway, his silhouette outlined by the dim light from above.
The soldier's gaze sweeps the room, but in the darkness, he fails to notice the boys. Barrako and Voice, however, are frozen in terror, their bodies tense and ready to strike. But as the soldier's eyes pass over them without recognition, their courage falters, and they hesitate.
In that moment of hesitation, the boys see an opening. Without a second thought, they bolt past the soldier, their movements fueled by adrenaline and fear. The soldier is caught off guard, feeling the rush of wind as the boys rush past him. He turns, shouting in alarm, "Hey! The boys are here!" But it's too late; Barrako and Voice are already halfway up the stairs.
As Barrako and Voice sprint down the hallway, their breaths quick and shallow, their hearts pounding in their chests, they struggle to maintain their balance over the uneven carpets. They stumble, trip, and fall, but their determination keeps them going, pushing them to quickly rise and continue their desperate flight.
With every step, the sound of pursuit grows louder, urging them to run faster, to find refuge from the approaching danger. Barrako takes the lead, his eyes scanning the dimly lit corridor for any sign of escape. As he rounds a corner, he crashes headlong into a soldier, the impact sending him sprawling to the ground.
The soldier, already on alert, aims his laser gun at Barrako's head, his expression cold and determined. Barrako freezes, the fear palpable in his eyes, knowing the soldier's next move could end his life in an instant. But before the soldier can pull the trigger, Voice reacts with quick speed.
In a blur of motion, Voice surges forward, raising his sword with a steady hand. With a swift and precise motion, he slashes at the soldier's neck, the blade slicing through flesh with a sickening sound. Blood spurts from the wound as the soldier staggers back, clutching his throat in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding.
As the soldier collapses to the ground, life fading from his eyes, Barrako stares at Voice in shock and awe. He had never seen his brother act with such decisiveness and skill. Voice, too, is stunned by his own actions, staring at the bloody sword in his hand, the reality of what he has done sinking in.
But amidst the horror and disbelief, there is also, a newfound confidence born from the realization that they are capable of defending themselves, even in the face of overwhelming danger. Barrako and Voice continue their flight, determined to survive at any cost.
Their realization is abruptly interrupted by the sight of a new swarm of soldiers approaching from the targeted hallway, while the soldier who was lagging behind catches up. "There's like 50 of them," Voice says, his concern evident. "I'll take out 10 in an instant," Barrako asserts, clenching his fist. "I'll use Soul Propulsion, and you take care of the one in the back." Voice nods, his face moist with sweat, displaying both worry and a sense of empowerment.
Barrako's body begins to vibrate, the air around him quivering so intensely that Voice can feel it too, and a black aura starts to envelop him as he prepares to propel himself towards the approaching guards. Voice's expression changes as he focuses on the guard behind him with determination. In an instant, they both take off in different directions.
Voice sprints towards the soldier, deftly evading the first shot. Before the soldier can fire again, Voice plunges his knife into the soldier's neck. As Voice retrieves the knife from the lifeless soldier, Barrako, propelled by Soul Propulsion, reaches the group of guards with incredible speed, causing the carpets and tapestries on the wall to flutter. Upon contact, the force of Barrako's attack swiftly incapacitates all of the soldiers. Their bodies go flying, hitting the walls and skidding further down the hallway
As Barrako stands there, mesmerized by the sight of the fallen soldiers, he is filled with a sense of awe at the power he just unleashed. His eyes widened, taking in the scene before him, the fallen soldiers lying motionless on the ground, a testament to his strength. He can feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, his heart pounding in his chest.
The brothers are overjoyed and even more empowered by their actions. Voice approaches his brother, equally amazed. "That was amazing. There's no way you just learned that today," he says, his voice tinged with admiration.
Barrako smiles proudly, a sense of accomplishment washing over him. "I surprised myself. And Mom's power is even greater than this. There's no way she could've lo--" Before he can finish his sentence, they are both interrupted by the sound of quick footsteps approaching.
Without warning, a hand strikes their faces simultaneously, smashing their heads into the ground. The attack is so swift and brutal that the pain doesn't register immediately. As they are lifted up by their head from the ground, their feet dangling in the air, the full force of the impact hits them, causing sharp pain to shoot through their heads and bodies. The wood beneath them splinters and cracks under the pressure, adding to the chaos of the moment.
The boys both, still reeling from the pain, their eyes squeezed shut from the impact. "What was that?" Barrako manages, slowly opening his eyes to see a frightening figure looming over them. His four arms and pale, jaguar-spotted skin add to his intimidating presence. Their vision is blurry at first, but as it clears, they are met with a chilling sight: an evil smile and piercing, sadistic eyes. It's Asuran.
The sight of him sends chills down their spines, the memory of his speed and strength fresh in their minds. Asuran begins to laugh, a cruel sound that echoes through the corridor. "Are these really the boys of Gallaux?" he taunts, continuing to laugh. "The S-level galactic threat Gallaux? I've seen kids smaller with way more power output than that."
His laughter fills the air again as he squeezes their heads tighter, they feel a wave of fear wash over them, realizing the true danger they're in. He stares into their eyes with his piercing sadistic pupils, licking his lips. "I can't wait to kill you."
His intimidating size and presence are terrifying enough, but the sound of his voice sends even more chills down their spines. The brothers, overwhelmed by fear and pain, begin to panic, kicking and punching in a futile attempt to break free. However, Asuran's grip remains unyielding, and his presence alone seems suffocating.
"Let them go," Barrako and Voice hear a familiar voice, sending a spark of hope through them. Asuran, maintaining his tight grip, looks to where the voice came from. When he sees it, he begins to chuckle. It is the weakened Vada.
She yells with a pure killing intent and determination, "Let them go now or I'll kill you!" She drags herself with only her hands digging her claws in the ground, her clothing filthy with her blood. Her legs are completely immobile, but she continues to yell, "Let them go now or I'll kill you," maintaining the same unwavering determination.
The boys, witnessing their mother's desperate attempt to save them, lose all hope. The reality sets in for the boys as they realize who defeated their mother. The hope they had for protecting Veloxia is crushed, and their pride in the strength of the Veloxian people is shattered.
Asuran's expression shifts to anger. "Be careful who you speak to like that. I will pop your boys' brains out," he says, squeezing tighter, intensifying the boys' pain. Vada, filled with a mix of emotions, has flashbacks of holding her sons when they were babies. Tears stream down her face as she desperately reaches her hand out and says, "My boys. I'm sorry I brought you into this world."
The boys, seeing the fate of death looming over them and realizing they may never see their mother again, are brought to tears. Asuran begins to laugh at the family's anguish. At this moment, Barrako and Voice's bodies begin to disintegrate, turning into black dust as they cry. Their essence disappears into nothingness.
Asuran is caught in the midst of his sadistic laughter, oblivious to the fact that the boys have vanished from his grasp. Vada, on the other hand, witnesses this unprecedented event with a mix of confusion and shock. Where did they go?