In the heart of the Summoners' Universe, chaos erupted. The very fabric of the cosmos seemed to ripple under the pressure of an incomprehensible aura. Weak beings collapsed in terror, their bodies unable to endure the crushing weight of power saturating the air. Even the Vibranis—legendary beings with four eyes that could see energy flows and aura densities—stood paralyzed, their senses overwhelmed.
"The Vibranis froze, their four eyes reflecting the blazing auras splitting the heavens. Even their voices, usually sharp with confidence, faltered. ‘Whose power is this? It cannot be a god... or something worse?’"
This was no ordinary presence.
Crowd: "What's going on?"
Merchant: "Bring the aura absorbers! If we can store this... we'll be richer than kings!"
The Cosmic Black Space trembled. Planets in its vicinity quaked. The shockwave of aura echoed through dimensions, instilling fear in every corner of the Summoners' Universe.
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Meanwhile, far across the universe, Lucy felt it too.
Standing at the edge of a volcanic ridge, his crimson celestial eyes narrowed. A sly smirk played on his lips as he addressed his companion, Froggy, a creature bound to him.
Lucy: "Looks like the Thunder Guardians brought some firepower after all."
He paused, his tone sharp and commanding. "Don’t interfere, Froggy. This one’s mine."
A second later, Lucy’s aura burst forth like a volcanic eruption.
Lucy: "Demon Aura Formation!"
A deep, cosmic-red aura enveloped him, swirling and forming a demonic figure around his body. Its ghastly visage flickered with power, and its skeletal arms reached out as if thirsting for destruction. The energy radiated such intensity that the air around him ignited into flames.
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Far off in space, Spark, the Thunder God, stood on a levitating asteroid. His radiant lightning aura cast an otherworldly glow, turning even nearby asteroids to dust. He watched Lucy’s display with a measured, calculating gaze.
Spark: "Orion, alert the others. Do not attack this one. He’s not just a Summoner; he’s using aura formation—a technique of gods."
Spark folded his arms, his mind racing. This technique... it’s crude, incomplete. Is he holding back? Or... perhaps he doesn’t fully understand it?
Spark tried probing Lucy’s thoughts—a skill he’d mastered over millennia. Yet Lucy’s aura shielded his mind. A barrier impervious even to a Thunder God’s reach.
Spark (thinking): "Impossible. No mortal can guard their mind from me... unless—"
His thoughts shattered as a crimson spear of aura hurtled toward him, ripping through space with blistering speed. Spark dodged, countering by unleashing a surge of lightning. His aura crackled with devastating energy, splitting the darkness of space. The collision of their powers unleashed a wave so fierce it divided the universe into two hemispheres—one bathed in red, the other in blue lightning.
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In the distance, aura absorbers exploded like fragile glass under the overwhelming energy.
Far away, in Astaroth’s castle, Magiaa paused mid-ritual, sensing the collision. Her black eyes narrowed as she muttered, "Now what nonsense are those two up to?"
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Spark, now fully enveloped in lightning, stood firm, his figure glowing like a beacon in the endless void. His power surged, turning even stray meteors into ash.
But his attack pushed Lucy to the limit. The red demon aura around Lucy shattered like brittle glass, revealing him—unshielded.
Lucy (startled): "Impossible... this power... it’s him!"
The moment Spark saw Lucy’s face, recognition dawned.
Spark: "Well, well. I wasn’t expecting you here, Demon Lord."
The two stood silent, their gazes locked, their powers momentarily at rest. The universe, once split by their clash, began to stabilize.
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Lucy, his voice steady but sharp, broke the silence.
Lucy: "You’re no coward, Spark. Attacking a weak universe isn’t your style. What’s your real purpose here?"
Spark, responded with a question of his own.
Spark: "Was it you who destroyed the Summoners’ Assembly? Tell me, why?"
Lucy: "No. It wasn’t me." His crimson eyes darkened as he revealed the truth. "It was him."
Spark: "Him? Rain..." His voice dropped, heavy with realization. "Why was he here? Is it time already?"
Lucy’s silence spoke volumes. Spark’s thoughts churned, connecting the pieces.
Spark: "If he unleashed the Storm... then the energy flow in the Infinity Spire must have restarted. We can return now. The multiverse might finally stabilize. The chaos caused by the Nine Superiors' absence—"
Lucy interrupted, a flicker of doubt in his tone.
Lucy: "I don’t think he used the Storm in full. He called it... Saturn."
The name lingered between them like an unspoken curse.
Spark: "Saturn..." He chuckled darkly. "A controlled storm. So that’s what he’s doing—attempting to wield the power without obliterating the universe. Clever. Someone from this universe named it Saturn, but it’s still his Storm."
Lucy’s eyes narrowed.
Lucy: "If it’s the Storm, it could break the contract. We could return to the Infinity Spire. Animo will summon us as soon as he realizes this."
Spark turned to his trusted companion, Orion, the commander of the Thunder Guardians.
Spark: "Orion, prepare yourself. Find the other seven Superiors. It’s time we reassemble."
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Orion stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Lucy.
Orion: "So... this is one of the Nine Superiors? The Demon Lord himself."
Spark smirked but said nothing, turning his back to Lucy as lightning crackled in the air.
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The scene ended not with a clash, but with an understanding—an acknowledgment of the titanic forces at play. The storm had started. The Infinity Spire awaited. And the fate of the multiverse hung in delicate balance, tethered to the actions of gods, demons, and a power beyond comprehension.
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Aftermath of the Clash
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The Summoners' Universe trembled, a vast expanse rippling with echoes of unfathomable power. Entire sectors were left in disarray, their skies split by crimson and golden streaks—the lingering traces of Lucy and Spark’s unleashed auras.
In the heart of the Cosmic Black Space, chaos reigned. Merchants shouted over the din of panicked refugees, their holographic displays flashing inflated prices for interuniversal portals.
“Five times the usual rate?” a desperate traveler yelled, clutching a child. “That’s robbery!”
The merchant smirked, his crystalline eyes glinting. “Then stay here and die when the next wave hits.” Behind him, others whispered about the clash.
“Two gods fought, they say.”
“Not gods,” corrected another, his voice trembling. “Monsters.”
In the shadowed corners of the marketplace, a Vibranis crouched, its four eyes scanning the energy-laden air. It whispered to itself, its voice trembling. “This aura… it’s endless. Even the gods wouldn’t dare…”
Further out, in the remote regions of the universe, life continued, oblivious to the source of the chaos. On a desolate world, a miner paused mid-swing, his pickaxe trembling in his hands as a wave of energy passed through the ground. He fell to his knees, staring at the horizon.
“What… was that?”
Around him, villagers gathered, their faces pale. The sky glowed faintly, the air crackling with residual power. Whispers spread like wildfire.
“An omen from the gods.”
“No,” said the village elder, his voice heavy with foreboding. “It is the end.”
On a neighboring universe’s border, diplomatic envoys gathered in haste. A council of lesser gods debated the implications of the clash, their concern palpable.
“This power could spill into our realm,” one said, slamming their staff against the floor. “We must prepare for invasion.”
Another shook their head, their aura flickering. “No invasion. This is something worse. We must fortify the portals before the energy destabilizes them entirely.”
Meanwhile, in a primitive corner of a forgotten universe, a child looked up at the sky. The sudden crimson glow terrified her. “Mother, the sun is bleeding!” she cried, clinging to her parent.
The mother, equally terrified but trying to hide it, whispered a prayer to unseen gods. “Keep us safe… whoever you are.”
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Back in the Summoners' Universe, the Cosmic Black Space trembled again, the very fabric of its existence strained by the residual energy of the clash. A merchant, greedily collecting aura shards from a broken absorber, paused, his hands shaking as he felt a chill creep into his spine.
“This isn’t over,” he muttered, dropping the shards.
Above him, in the shadows of the great marketplace dome, a figure cloaked in darkness observed the chaos, their golden eyes gleaming. They whispered to themselves.
“They won’t see it coming.”
Far across the expanse, Magiaa stood at the edge of Astaroth’s ruined castle, staring into the distance. She felt the lingering wave of power as clearly as she felt the beating of her own heart. A faint smile touched her lips, cold and calculating.
“So,” she murmured, “the storm is beginning to stir again. But will it devour him, or…”
She didn’t finish the thought.
She didn’t need to.
In the silent void between universes, something ancient shifted, the echoes of Lucy and Spark’s clash reaching far beyond their intentions.