Inside Werren's dome - Before Petra's grand entrance.

Surrounded by an impenetrable dome, the ground stained with blood, the air fills with smoke as Werren flicks a lighter to life. The orange flame provides light in the endless dark. As Raphael and Lycon's gaze fell on Werren's illuminated face they felt a shiver pinch at their skin. Werren's eyes were dark, pitch black.

"Damn hero... stop taunting us!"

Raphael stomped his foot forward, even his radiant diamond hair did not shine here.

Werren mouth slowly opened, a black fog escaping his throat. Raphael stepped back, the dome fell silent. All that was heard was the single flick of the lighter as it extinguished.

Lycon hunched down as he darted his head around. Through the darkness, he could make feint outlines of objects.

"Raphael, be careful. This hero doesn't seem like he'll be an easy catch."

As Lycon and Raphael crept around the dark they felt a light warmth graze the back of their necks. Darting around they saw Werren with his lighter in hand and flame casting light on all of them. In horror, they both squealed as they dispersed into the dark. With no direction, Lycon ran as far as he could. His escape was cut short however as he hit a solid object. He adjusted his eyes to see it was the wall of the dome. He put his hand to it, it had a viscous slime coating it, when he ran his hand along it he felt the rough texture. He raised his hand back and made a fist.

With all his strength he punched the wall. The rumble is felt through the dome. He felt the dome vibrate and shake.

"RAPHAEL! Keep that hero away. I'll make us an exit."

Lycon began to punch the wall over and over. The dome shaking. Werren, hiding in the dark, saw this and began running towards Lycon. As he dashed straight toward Lycon he was tripped over. His chin slammed to the ground. He groaned and looked up to see Raphael's pure diamond hair glowing through the dark.

"Surprised? My diamond hair can store light inside itself. When you used your lighter behind us I was able to steal your light. Such a rookie mistake mister hero..."

Raphael grinned and made his hair into the shape of a fist. As it turned to pure diamond he brought it crashing down to Werren's head.

With little time to react, Werren rolled out of the way and adjusted his tie. From the ground, tendrils sprouted forth and thrust toward Raphael's body. Raphael flicked his luscious hair around to form a shield around himself. As his hair fluttered through the wind it cut through the tendrils. Werren grits his teeth and took to his feet.

Lycon was still bashing the dome, attempting to break through. Werren took a deep breath, his gaze moving between Raphael and Lycon. With a swift flick, she sent a barrage of tendrils at Raphael.

"This little trick again? Fine, I'll show you how pathetic your attacks are once more!"

Raphael's hair sliced through the tendrils. No matter how many came at him he would use his hair to sever them. As the tendrils fell to the floor, squirming and wriggling, Raphael simply laughed.

"So sad! You really-"

Through the wave of tendrils, a flicker was seen. Pupils as black as the night sky and fire as bright as the sun, Werren lunged forward, appearing from the tendrils. Raphael fell back as Werren punched him in the face. His head jerked back from the impact as Raphael slammed into the floor. Werren quickly dismissed the now-humbled Raphael as Lycon became his target.

Werren lunged toward Lycon. As Werren got near, he squatted down and let his tendrils form a web at his feet. The tendril web pulled back as Werren let go of his tie. The web flung him forward like a slingshot as he thrust a ginormous tendril forward, aiming to pierce Lycon from behind.

Lycon spun around and smirked. He dodged the tendril as it stabbed through the dome. Werren's expression shifted to one of panic as the dome began to crack. Lycon grabbed Werren and threw him across the ground. Werren tumbled across the battlefield as the dome began to form cracks. Sunlight crawled its way inside as the dome was now illuminated.

"Good job Lycon. That hero gave me a bit of a scare back there."

Raphael stood by Lycon his hair now shining with purity as the sun coated it with light.

"Petra can handle the rest of the dome, let's hurry up and devour him."

Lycon licked his hand as he scowled.

Werren stood up, only a few scratches on his body. He looked up at the sun shining through. In the distance, Julie observed the battle.

"SHS... I know why you're here."

Werren turned to Julie.

"You want my Haab."

Julie smiled.

"Hm, perceptive. Raphael, Lycon. Don't get cocky. The real battle starts now."

Werren smiled. He had been using all his power to keep the dome stable. Now that it was cracked he wouldn't have to focus as much on it. He had done enough stalling.

Julie looked over her glasses.

"There's a reason he was a hero. In the previous era, he stood above the common heroes. He was a part of the Grand Party."

Werren put a hand to his tie. His breath slowed.

Julie adjusted her glasses. Her stern look returned.

"A group of the strongest heroes. He faced off against the 4 Lords, and despite not winning against them, he was a foe to be reckoned with."

Julie sits back in her chair.

"I've read Lord Nuclear's reports on him... they called him Werren the Shape."

Werren raised his left arm. A black mist traveled up to his palm.

Julie looked amazed. The power of a hero would be unveiled after 50 long years.

"The report stated his tendrils were but the first of his abilities. The Lords referred to the tendrils as One Dimensional."

Werren looked up his expression neutral as he got serious.

"Two Dimensional."

The mist spread around him. Above him the shape of a square formed.

"High Gravity."

Raphael, Lycon, and Julie all fell to their knees. The gravity around them increased as they were pulled closer to the ground. Raphael looked to the ground, a rock in front of him rattled violently as it was pulled closer to the earth. The amount of pressure caused it to suddenly break apart and turn to dust. Raphael was perplexed as he soon lay flat on the ground. He tore his head up to look at Werren. His eyes widened and he stopped all resistance. The gravity in the dome was strong enough to turn rocks to dust but walking through the pressure, straight towards him was Werren.

Werren's steps ruptured the ground as he was being pulled down like everything else yet he was able to walk through it. As Werren reached Raphael he stopped and looked down. Disappointment was evident on his face.

"This is the best the SHS can produce after 50 years?"

Werren put his foot on Raphael's head.

"May your body be split apart and return to the earth."

Raphael gritted his teeth. Werren's disappointed expression filled him with fury...

Mount Lighthouse, Central Continent - 35EE

Atop the largest mountain in the central continent was a city of towers. It was a city of pleasure and leisure. The streets are decorated with art. Murals coated every wall, if an establishment did not have art on it then the establishment was considered substandard and people should be warned to avoid it. Not just anyone could do this art, it had to be art done by the people. The beauty of this city brought about the name Mount Lighthouse because it was a beacon among the Alps surrounding the city.

People were drawn to its glamour and radiance. It pierced the clouds and entered the heavens. The towers stood as a landmark symbolizing passion could lie anywhere. In the city streets, a lost boy was found. Amongst the art and the messages, the boy cried out, tears staining his shirt as he sat in the street, unmoving. People had their gazes fixed on what lay above them, and artists climbed the towers higher and higher, trying to display their work above those below.

The boy cried the street bustling. The only one to look down was Jean.

"Now what are you doing here little one?"

The boy cried. His eyes were tightly shut and long strings of snot were running down his face. Jean poked the boy in hopes he would stop crying.

"C'mon little one... it's not safe sitting in the middle of the road."

Despite Jean's persistence, the boy would not stop crying.

"Okay okay! I'll... just pick you up... not that hard Jean, just pick up the... snotty and... spitting... gross... child."

Jean looked down at the boy. A face of disgust but also guilt.

"GAH! FINE I'LL DO IT!"

Jean picked the boy up and held him far away from him.

As the boy was lifted he opened his eyes to look at Jean. Jean looked into the boy's eyes.

"Oh, now you stop crying? I ALREADY PICKED YOU UP!"

Jean brought the boy to the sidewalk and placed him down.

"Now where are your parents little one? These streets should not be traversed alone."

The boy just sucked on his thumb and looked at Jean. Jean put his hands on his hips.

"Not much of a talker are you? Hm. I suppose I'll take you to the police. But I'm not picking you up again, you're gonna have to walk."

Jean spun around and began to walk. After a few steps, he turned around to the boy standing still and looking up at Jean, still sucking on his thumb.

"I'm gonna have to carry you aren't I?"

"Yeah."

The boy said.

"OH NOW YOU CAN TALK! AMAZING!"

Jean grabbed the boy by the back of his shirt and carried him across the city to the police station. The city was sprawling, it had gotten to the point that the mountain it resided on couldn't be seen.

As Jean reached the police station he put the boy outside.

"Okay little one, just walk into the police station and say you lost your mommy and daddy, okay?"

The boy looked inside the station and looked back to Jean.

"No, I'm not going in there! Me and Mr Police aren't on the best of terms right now... ahem, anyway. Just go in."

Jean turned around and walked away, his head looking at the ground. He took a few strides before stopping. He turned around to look at the boy. The boy was looking up, at all the art. The boy's eyes shined with brilliance. Jean kept his head down, refusing to look up.

"Dammit Jean... what are you getting yourself into."

Jean walked over to the boy.

"Hey."

The boy turned to Jean.

"Let me show you something okay? C'mon."

Jean picked up the kid and walked to a quiet part of the city. The boy looked scared, there weren't hundreds of people walking like the rest of the city, it was desolate. Buildings lay barren, streets covered in junk. Soon Jean and the boy reached a manhole. Jean tore it off and slumped it to the side.

"You first. I'll close up the hole."

The boy looked down the manhole, a darkness creeping out of it as he backed away. He whimpered as he looked scared. Jean smiled and patted his head.

"It can be a bit scary, little one, but trust me... look down for once."

The boy approached the hole. He climbed down. Darkness consumed him, as Jean covered up the manhole the boy was consumed by darkness.

They climbed deeper down. Through the earth, they descended. At the bottom was a cavern. Vast and ever-expensive. The boy looked out to it. From the ceiling sprouted massive crystals. The floor was covered in glowing flowers. Jean waltzed forward. In the transcending glow, Jean stood close. The warmth is comforting as the boy loses all fear. He crept closer, the crystal's light latching to him. As the boy stood next to Jean, marveling at the sight, the boy's hair began to shine. Jean looked at the boy. His eyes lit up as the boy's hair took on an appearance similar to the crystal. A head of radiance stood before the ground's inner beauty. Jean smiled, glad another looked down.

"Not so scary is it little one?"

Jean knelt to be at eye level with the boy. Jean gazed at the boy's hair, it captured what this cavern gave perfectly.

"Jean."

The boy turned to Jean, a soft smile growing.

"Raphael!"

Jean ruffled Raphael's hair.

"Nice to meet you, Raphael."

Jean stood up and began to walk to the exit.

"It's time to find your parents, Raphael, I'm sure they're worried sick."

Back at the police station, Raphael's parents were speaking with a few officers. The officers were scribbling down notes on a notepad while Raphael's mother wiped her face with a cloth, her makeup running down her face as her husband kept his arm around her. Raphael was following behind Jean and saw his parents. He smiled and ran up to them.

"Mommy!"

Raphael's mother put her hands over her mouth as she leaned down to hug Raphael. She clutched him as Raphael giggled.

"Jean helped me! Jean! Jean!"

Raphael flailed his arms around.

"Jean? Who's that sweetie?"

Raphael's mother looked around.

"Him!"

Raphael spun around and pointed towards Jean to find him gone. Raphael looked around but Jean was nowhere to be seen.

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"I think you've been having too many adventures, Raphael, let's get you home."

Raphael's father held his hand as they began to walk home.

Mount Lighthouse, Central Continent - 48EE

Raphael tapped his sketchbook with his pen. The page was covered in doodles that resembled the cavern covered in crystals. Raphael tapped his foot on the ground as he held his hand to his forehead.

"I can't think of anything... GODDAMNIT!"

Raphael tossed his pen aside.

"AND MY PEN'S OUT OF INK!"

Raphael threw himself to his feet and paced around, he grabbed a strand of his hair and twirled it while biting his lip.

Jean was sitting sculpting a miniature statue of a person. He gently scraped the form of the statue ensuring to make the finest of details. Suddenly a pen flew and decapitated the statue. Jean sighed and hunched forward.

"Raphael try not to throw things..."

Jean stood up. He took off his glasses and grabbed Raphael by the shoulders.

"And calm down."

Raphael looked Jean in the eyes before looking away with a peeved expression.

"I just can't think... There's supposed to be an exhibition next month, it's supposed to be my debut art piece and I have no idea what I want!"

Jean clicked his tongue a few times and shook his head.

"Well, getting angry won't help. You have to be delicate with art but even more delicate with your mindset. One wrong move and it'll come crashing down."

Jean walked over and grabbed his leather coat.

"Come on, let's go see the crystals."

Raphael and Jean went back to the underground cavern. Raphael spent a lot of time here staring at the crystals, admiring their growth. Raphael surrounded himself by the crystals, his reflection bouncing off all of them as he stared into his eyes.

"They've certainly gotten bigger."

Jean said touching one of the crystals gently.

"Feel any calmer yet?"

Raphael sat down.

"A little."

Jean sat next to him.

"Y'know, you could always delay your debut till next year. You're still young, you've got plenty of time."

"But... if I don't start now... I might get overshadowed. The towers are getting full, there's little room left for new artists."

"Then look beyond the towers! I mean look around us, pure beauty lies beneath people! These crystals will grow and grow until they burst from the ground, then people will have to see them. Beauty takes time to grow. Let it go as fast as it needs because when it is shown people will look."

Raphael smiled softly.

"Hm, y'know that's a great idea! The crystals will be my debut! I'll wait till they dig through the ground and appear on the surface! I'll take care of the crystals every day and make sure they are the best they can be. How do you care for crystals though...? Do they need food or sunlight...?"

Jean chuckled.

"If you really can get these crystals to grow then color me impressed. It'd be nice for someone to look after them though..."

Jean's face changed to a slight frown as he looked down.

A loud crash was then heard by the entrance to the cavern. Jean and Raphael spun their heads around to see what it was. They couldn't tell what the sound was caused by so Jean stood up.

"Raphael, wait here a second."

Jean ran off.

Raphael looked around at the crystals, his reflection looking back at him.

"Wait up! I'm coming!"

Raphael ran after Jean. As Raphael reached the source of the noise he saw a man in a long black cloak standing opposite Jean. The cloaked man had two other people standing behind him but they were hidden in the cloaked man's shadow. Raphael stayed low and out of sight.

Jean stepped forward.

"What are you doing here? Thought you told me you never wanted to see my face again?"

The cloaked man stepped forward, his face obscured, the only visible feature was a gas mask he wore on his face.

"Didn't think I'd expect to find you here. I'm as surprised as you, though in hindsight it's obvious you would be hiding away in a place like this."

"I'm not hiding, this is my home."

The cloaked man scoffed.

"Home? Seriously? Surrounded by these things? You really do wanna die..."

Jean clenched his fist.

"Listen I'm not having a conversation with you, either you leave or I kill you."

"Is this how you treat long-time friends?"

"No, it's how I treat intruders."

"HA! You haven't changed one bit, Lord Mural. We only came here to take these crystals. Nothing else matters... Well, nothing else did matter but I'm feeling like I need to teach you a lesson for betraying the Lords."

The cloaked man snapped his fingers and the walls of the cavern began to rumble. Drills burst from the ceiling as a small army invaded the caverns.

"You know the property of these crystals yet you surround yourself with them. Was it all to hide them from us?"

Jean looked as the crystals were being excavated out. Raphael ran towards Jean, frightened.

"Raphael!"

Jean panicked as Raphael appeared.

"You have to get out of here."

"Ah, who's this..."

The cloaked man grabbed Raphael by the throat and lifted him.

"An apprentice perhaps? Or someone else you wished to condemn to this poison."

"What are you talking about?! Let me go!"

Raphael scratched at the cloaked man's hand.

"You... don't know? HAHAHA! So Lord Mural didn't even bother to tell you these crystals are the product of a highly condensed poison?! It's not until they're exposed to sunlight that they lose their toxic chemicals. BWAHAHAHA!"

The cloaked man laughed.

"Unhand him!"

Jean took out a paintbrush coated in red paint. Jean flicked the brush, creating a red streak across the cloaked man's torso. Green blood then burst from the cloaked man as he dropped Raphael.

Raphael clutched his bruised throat and stumbled towards Jean.

The cloaked man clutched his wound and pointed towards Jean.

"Men... kill Lord Mural."

Jean and Raphael were surrounded by SHS Spectators, rifles trained on them. Around them, the crystals were slowly dug out. Jean turned to Raphael.

"Raphael listen to me. I'm sorry for this, my past had finally caught up to me. I thought I could leave it behind until I died, I wanted to die... until I met you. You looked down. I thank you for that, I do very much wish I could see the beauty you bring to the world. That's why I won't let them take these crystals or they'll use these crystals as a weapon. I had a contingency plan for this but... it's changed. Your dream will come to fruition, I promise that!"

Raphael's eyes widened.

"What the hell are you saying, Jean?!

"I've spent too much time around these crystals... I don't have long left, right now the most important thing is destroying these crystals."

Jean pulled out a small crystal, it glowed in his hands.

"Raphael. You wanted your debut to be these crystals and there's nothing more I'd want than to see these crystals shown off to the world. Take this."

Jean passed Raphael the crystal.

"Escape from this place. Grow this crystal and show the world beauty. I won't run from my past anymore, I won't let my actions cause anymore ha-"

Jean jolted forward, his eyes shot open wide as he leaned onto Raphael. Raphael caught him as blood splattered all over him. The cloaked man ripped a green blade from Jean. Raphael held Jean as the glow in his eyes faded. No longer did the crystals shine his reflection. Raphael held Jean with trembling arms.

"Done talking Lord Mural?"

The cloaked man kicked Jean's body aside and grabbed Raphael.

"No stone left unturned."

Raphael held the crystal tightly, before the cloaked man could grab it, Raphael wrapped his body in his diamond hair. Raphael threw himself off the cloaked man and held the crystal tightly. Suddenly the crystal began to melt into Raphael's body, his pure diamond hair soaked a dark purple as Raphael stood up. Raphael looked to Jean who, with the last few moments of life, smiled. With a single flick of his paintbrush, the cavern began to crumble inward. The crystals collapsed and shattered as large rocks squashed the Spectators surrounding them.

Boulders fell onto Raphael but his diamond skin split them apart when they collided. The cloaked man looked around but soon all entrances were blocked off.

"One last effort ay Lord Mural? I'll give you this one..."

Soon a large boulder cut Raphael off from the cloaked man. As the cavern collapsed around them Raphael was soon buried in the rubble. The city above felt the rumbles as the ground beneath people began to collapse. People tried to escape the sinkholes but soon the whole city was swallowed. The city of pleasure was erased in minutes.

Amongst the crater of Mount Lighthouse, a single hand sprouted out. A hand encased in diamond. Raphael heaved himself out of the rubble. He stood up looking at the now barren mountainscape. Above him, helicopters circled the mountain. News logos are plastered on the side of the helicopters. As Raphael stood in the quiet crater a woman approached him, she wore a suit and had her hair in a bun. She stood opposite him and kept her hands in her coat pockets.

"Who caused this mess?"

She asked.

Raphael looked up at her with a neutral expression.

"The... SHS..."

The woman smiled and extended her hand.

"Exactly. Welcome aboard to Squadron 48H. Our newest villain, the one who collapsed a whole city with skin made from diamond. I'm sure you'll fit in just right..."

Jia Precinct - 20/02 9:58 am 51 EE

Raphael had remembered his will. Raphael turned his arm to diamond and whacked Werren away as he put his hand down on the ground and pushed himself up. He slowly began to rise, his bones breaking from the pressure of standing up. As his body failed him he encased himself in pure diamond and stood up. His head held high as he lifted his hand into the air. The cracks of sunlight shone on him.

"Jean... I will show the world art. I will stand at its peak and shine down to the deepest pits. I am beauty."

Werren stood back up, looking unamused as Lycon and Julie were still pinned to the ground.

"Cool trick. I am sorry though... it won't be enough."

Werren stomped his foot forward and brought both of his arms up.

"Three Dimensional."

As Raphael looked around him, a cube materialized around him. Raphael tried to run but the immense amount of gravity prevented him from moving fast. He extended an arm out as the cube snapped together, severing Raphael's arm and trapping him inside the cube. Werren then adjusted his tie and gravity returned to normal.

Lycon got up and looked in horror at the floating cube and Raphael's severed arm.

"Raphael..."

Werren turned his attention to Lycon who was hunched over, his head low. Lycon then threw his head up and howled. His howl echoed through the dome, Werren covered his ears, and as Lycon's howl died down his body twitched. His skin began to stretch and tear, his muscles bulged as the hair covering his body grew. Fangs grew from his gums as his eyes turned red.

"Raphael... Petra..."

Lycon looked up through the cracks in the dome.

"You two... BETTER PULL YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!"

With a deafening howl, Werren felt the shockwave hit him. He held his arm over his eyes as dust and rocks flew past him.

As Werren looked back up he saw Lycon charging at him. Werren swiftly summoned a tendril to lift him into the air. Lycon grabbed onto Werren's leg however and threw him to the ground. Werren constructed a web of tendrils to soften his fall. Werren bounced back up and threw up the symbol of a triangle. Suddenly the gravity in the dome shifted once more, and Werren began to float upward as Lycon lost his footing.

Everything around them ascended higher, Werren set his sights on Lycon who was flailing through the air. Werren brought forth a tendril to whack Lycon upwards. Lycon groaned and was flung higher up. Werren then made the symbol of a circle with his hands as gravity returned to normal. Werren fell to the ground and regained his footing. As Lycon plummeted to the ground he raised a fist, once he got close to the ground he struck the ground with a devastating punch. The ground split as Werren lost balance. Lycon dug his claws into the ground and got on all fours.

With a swift push, Lycon darted to Werren. Before Werren could even stand up Lycon slammed his fist into Werren's stomach. Werren spat out blood as Lycon opened his jaws and licked up the blood. Werren looked disgusted. Lycon grabbed Werren by the head and bashed it into the ground. Werren's face was bloody and his breath hitched. Lycon began to bash Werren's head into the ground over and over. Werren couldn't catch a single breath as he was relentlessly struck.

Soon, Lycon felt Werren's body go limp. Lycon smiled and lifted Werren's body.

"BAHAHAH! I've best a hero!"

Werren looked up, blood pouring from every orifice, he clenched his fist. With bated breath, he whispered one final thing.

"Four-Dimensional"

Lycon's eyes widened. Space warped around him. In a fraction of a second Lycon witnessed it all. The start and end of the universe. Cosmic Glory was a museum, paintings of birth and death covered the walls. People faded to memories. Lycon saw his death, everyone's death. He saw people fall in love, people play games, and people witness tragedy. Time didn't wait for him, as he peered into the past, present, and future a figure walked through it. Behind the figure, the universe replayed itself, unending. The figure paid no mind to time or space.

"Well... how was reality?"

Werren said, standing before the frozen Lycon.

"Am... I alive...?"

Lycon fell to his knees.

Werren put his hand to Lycon's.

"Not anymore."

Tendrils sprung from the ground as Lycon remained stationary.

Suddenly, the dome began to shake. Werren looked up, the dome cracked more.

"What the..."

As from the heavens, she descended.

A ball of fire broke through the dome. A grin on her face as she ruptured through the town. Werren was thrown back as Petra made her grand entrance.

"LYCON! RAPHAEL! What the hell are you two doing? We got a JOB to do."

Petra threw her blades up and caught them. Her body forever burning as her skin would melt and regenerate over and over.

Lycon snapped out of his trance and got up. The cube that held Raphael shattered as he fell to his knees. He groaned in pain as he grabbed his dismembered arm. He scoffed as he tossed it away.

"Took you long enough Petra..."

"Looks like little Miss Worthless is alive..."

Julie grinned smugly, Julie stood up as the air around her grew warm. She adjusted her glasses and walked forward.

Century ran towards Julie and Squadron 48H with a firey hatred.

"JULIE! Watch me kill A HERO!"

The SHS members all scoffed as Werren appeared from the dust, he adjusted his tie and wiped his face clean of blood.

"Hey. We're not done."

Julie took her hair out of a bun as it flowed down past her shoulders, her time had finally come.

"Alright Squadron 48H, we've got 2 targets now. You 3 handle that defecting Spectator, I'll kill this hero."

Werren rolled his eyes.

"Tch, this doesn't seem as fair. One-on-one with a hero? You got guts I'll give you that."

Julie crossed her arms.

"Lord Nuclear has spoken extensively about you Werren. I've read all his reports on your battles, I know all your tricks."

As Julie went to make the first attack on Werren she was suddenly punched in the side of the head. Her neck jolted and her head swung to the side as a tooth was flung out of her mouth. She collapsed on the ground and caressed her head. She looked up to see Century.

"Why the hell would I fight those 3 goons? You're the first one I wanna kill."

Century got on top of Julie and began to punch her face over and over. Century gripped Julie by the neck.

"HAHA! NOT SO TOUGH WITHOUT A TRAPDOOR IN THE FLOOR ARE YOU!"

Raphael then grabbed Century by the hair and pulled her off Julie. Raphael threw Century to the ground, he then noticed a few loose strands of hair stuck on his hand. His eyes widened as they exploded. He stumbled back as Century leaped away.

"Don't pull on my hair asshole. If you want to die then I'll happily oblige!"

Century cracked her knuckles as stood tall.

Raphael, Petra, and Lycon all gathered, opposing her.

"You're just some Spectator... we'll clean you up quickly."

Petra held onto her knife tightly, her body still ablaze.

"Don't mess her up too bad. I've yet to have my meal today."

Lycon licked his fangs.

"I'll try. I'm wanting to get this fight over with, I have an arm to replace."

Raphael clenched his remaining fist, his body still encased in pure diamond.

Julie stood up, blood pouring from her nose.

"Damn girl..."

She turned to Werren who was holding a tissue out.

"..."

Julie glared at him as Werren's neutral expression broke and he giggled.

"STOP PLAYING AROUND DUMBASS!"

Werren composed himself and put the tissue away.

"Okay fine, can you blame me? This fight has persisted way longer than I intended so please... make this quick."

Werren held his tie firmly.

One final battle awaited. Both sides had shown their hand... all that remained was the final play!