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Things Aren't So Beautiful Now

The battlefield crackled with tension as Kyriah's pink energy swirled around her, creating an ethereal, almost liquid-like aura. This was the decisive battle, and we all knew it. Kyriah's gaze was locked onto Yelena, her expression fierce and unyielding. With a burst of speed, she charged at her enemy without a trace of fear.

Kyriah hurled her pink blasts at Yelena, who dodged and used her clones to absorb the impact of the erasure energy, dissipating instantly each time they landed, filling the air with its white particles.

Yelena retaliated, summoning a swarm of clones, each one equipped with magnetism, elasticity, and super strength. They attacked in unison, hurling debris and objects from the ground at Kyriah, sacrificing themselves to slow her down and inflict whatever damage they could.

Kyriah moved swiftly, her agility and grace evident as she dodged, flipped, and twisted through the swarms of clones. Her fists and feet connected with deadly precision. But despite her prowess, she could not evade all the sheer numbers of attacks, and she sustained several cuts and deep wounds as she fought, blood splattering each time she moved.

Yelena then lifted large chunks of debris and hurled them at Kyriah, who used her erasure energy to blast them in the air, stripping away their magnetic field and momentum, and causing them to fall harmlessly to the ground.

Yet, not all debris could be neutralized this way. Some pieces flew directly towards Kyriah without any magnetism. She barely dodged two of them before one hit her with heavy force, sending her flying backward.

I ran to the battlefield and created ice barriers to intercept the oncoming sharp and jagged projectiles. "I've got your back, Kyriah!" I shouted as I threw an ice spear to pierce and break in two a large piece of debris that was smashed and cluttered. But Kyriah did not change her glare towards Yelena. She wasn't even fazed by my presence. She got up and continued her assault.

Yelena floated above the battlefield, sneering down at us as her clones grabbed whatever they could find from the rubble and swung them with brute force toward Kyriah. Each time, I countered it with my ice blasts, deflecting or breaking them before they could reach her.

Kyriah kept her fluid and acrobatic fighting style as her pink energy sliced through the swarm of clones. I used my ice powers to open her paths and create barriers, continuing to back her up. Her powers erased the clones and my ice as she continued her path toward Yelena.

As the battle raged on, Yelena's frustration grew. She conjured more and more clones, trying to overwhelm us with sheer numbers. But for every clone that appeared, Kyriah cut through them with ease, adapting and pushing back each wave.

I continued the push, forming a massive ice spear and hurling it toward a group converging below Yelena. Kyriah followed, launching waves of erasure energy with a series of rapid dodges, punches, and kicks.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Yelena floated above us, looking down with anger. The air of the battlefield was littered with the remnants of dissipating white particles of her clones and the ground was scarred and broken.

Kyriah, her body mostly covered in blood, her clothes torn and tattered, still stood tall. The pink aura around her shimmered with intensity, casting an otherworldly glow over the battlefield. Her eyes burned with unwavering determination.

Yelena's face twisted with rage. "You and your cursed ability, Kyriah!" she spat out, her voice venomous as it echoed across the battlefield. "You're a cheat, an abomination. With your powers, those with Clemons Cells will always fear you and normal people will never accept you. You'll be alone forever. You should just die!" Her words dripped with hatred.

But Kyriah remained unfazed. She began to walk calmly towards Yelena, her expression serene. "You're nothing compared to the real threats I've faced before," Kyriah said, her voice steady. "You have too much power, and you never used it wisely. Instead, you became obsessed with getting more, and that blinded you. That is why you're going to die."

Yelena's face contorted with rage. "You're getting weaker and slower," Kyriah continued, her tone almost pitying. "I can see you growing more frustrated with every passing second. The Omni State of absorbing Jessie's cells is wearing off."

Like a child throwing a tantrum, Yelena's fury erupted. She used her magnetism to rip the ground up, creating a massive wave of earth and debris that loomed over us, ready to crash down.

Kyriah didn't even flinch. She stomped her foot on the ground, and a flash of pink energy expanded through the earth. The massive wave of debris crumbled instantly, falling thunderously back to the ground in pieces.

As the chunks of earth and stone rained down, Kyriah and I jumped back but in opposite directions. The dust quickly picked up, and I lost sight of Kyriah but tried not to lose sight of Yelena. Suddenly, I saw two Yelenas, one in front of the other, perfectly synchronized in movement. Then, quickly, one of them turned around and dashed away. It was clear what she had done—she had made a clone to mimic her to try and slip away through the dust, distracting Kyriah with her decoy.

The clone pretending to be Yelena launched another assault on Kyriah, but my focus was solely on not letting the real one escape. Kyriah could handle herself, so I ignored the clone and sprinted after the real one, my heart pounding with fear of letting Yelena escape.

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I saw Yelena running in the distance and used my ice powers to freeze the ground ahead of her, trying to slow her down. She countered with her magnetism, shattering the ice with ease. I kept conjuring barriers of ice, throwing ice spears, and blasting her—anything to slow her down. She demolished everything I threw at her, but each time her frustration grew more desperate.

I finally managed to slow her down enough. I conjured an ice platform to propel me forward, leaping towards Yelena and tackling her to the ground. Before she could set off her magnetic field, I poured every ounce of my power into freezing us both, encasing us in a thick, unyielding shell of ice. The cold burned my skin, but I held on, calling out with all my might. "Kyriah, the real one is here! Blast us now!"

"No! Are you insane?! Let me go!" Yelena's screams filled the air in a panicked, desperate plea. "You're made of Clemons Cells! If you keep getting hit by Kyriah's erasure power, you'll eventually fade away!"

If everything that was said by Ivory was true, then yes, it was a possibility I might get erased too. But during that time with Gustavo, I was only hit with a flash of it and I lost consciousness. I didn't even wake up for days. But if this was the only way... "If you knew me as Fabian did, you would already know that I would be willing to risk it all to defeat you... Silas." Yelena's eyes widened at the mention of the name, the real name of the person imitating her, the real person behind it all, behind Davos, Fabian, and Yelena—Silas Varro.

Not long after, Kyriah arrived. With no mercy or reluctance, she unleashed a massive pink blast. The energy erupted around us, engulfing the ice, the magnetism, and all the remaining clones, all erased in an instant, leaving nothing but a blinding light in their wake.

In the final moments, as the pink energy consumed us, I saw Yelena's skin begin to change. The sinister, confident exterior melted away, revealing the true face beneath. Wide, terrified eyes stared back at me—the face of a scared, small, thin teenage boy, no more than seventeen years old, just like most of the members of Cristofer's group.

I looked down at the boy's scared face, his wide eyes filled with fear and confusion. He was no longer the menacing Davos, Fabian, or Yelena, but a frightened boy. Kyriah approached, her steps steady and unrelenting. "He's just a kid..." I whispered, more to myself than anyone else.

Kyriah's eyes were hard as she passed by me. "He is no kid, Ellion. He's a monster, like the rest of them." Her voice was cold, devoid of any sympathy as she raised her hand, pink energy swirling ominously around her.

The teenage boy, Silas, tried to get up and run, but the energy blast had drained both him and me of our powers and strength. I struggled to rise, but my limbs were heavy and uncooperative. "Kyriah, what are you going to do?" I asked, my voice tinged with fear and uncertainty.

She didn't answer immediately, her gaze fixed on Silas with cold, unyielding eyes. She bent down and picked up a sharp piece of debris from the ground—a jagged piece of metal, twisted and lethal. "I'm avenging Mateos, Arlo, Fabian, Yelena, and Jessie," she said finally, her tone devoid of mercy.

Silas's fear was palpable. He looked at me, pleading. "Ellion, please, save me! You can't trust her. She knew about your existence and didn't say anything. Ivory only wanted you because you're full of Clemons Cells. She planned to use you, to gut you like a pig and absorb your cells when needed. She's done it before!"

His words hit me like a punch to the gut, making me question everything. Was Silas spitting out lies in a desperate attempt to save himself, or could there be a sliver of truth in his claims? I didn't have time to process it, as Kyriah's voice cut through the air like a blade. "It's too late to plead for your life," she said to the frightened boy.

Before I could react, Kyriah moved with swift precision. She didn't hesitate as she drove the sharp piece of metal through Silas's throat, replicating the brutal way he had killed Jessie. Silas's eyes widened in shock and pain, a choked gasp escaping him before he crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest, unsure whether to be amazed or terrified by Kyriah's ruthlessness. Her expression softened slightly, the sharp object she had used to end Silas's life slipping from her grasp and clattering to the ground. The metallic clang echoed in the sudden stillness.

Around us, the battlefield was eerily quiet. The remnants of the fight were scattered everywhere—debris, broken structures, and faint traces of lingering energy. The air was thick with the scent of blood, and as the dust settled, I found my voice, the question burning in my mind. "Kyriah, is it true? Did you know I was created by Annabella's grief?"

She looked at me, her eyes softening slightly. "Yes," she replied quietly. "I knew." Kyriah's expression remained calm, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes—regret, perhaps. "And, I knew about Ivory's powers too."

I felt the surge of anger and betrayal wanting to burst out, "So it's true? She just wanted to use me for my cells, to gut me like a pig when it suited her?"

Kyriah shook her head firmly. "No, Ellion. That wasn't the plan."

"Then what was the plan?" I demanded, my voice echoing in the stillness of the battlefield.

Kyriah hesitated, a long silence stretching between us. Finally, she spoke, her voice heavy with the weight of her words. "Martyr." That was all she could manage before her knees gave out, and she collapsed to the ground, the pain finally catching up to her.

I quickly moved to her side, grabbing hold of her to keep her from falling completely. Her face was drained of color and smeared with dirt and blood. It was clear the pain had finally caught up with her. I desperately wanted to know more—what did she mean by 'Martyr'? Did Ivory plan for me to die for The Sunspears? But Kyriah was in no condition to continue talking, she needed rest, and so I must keep my desperation to know bottled up inside.

I wished I could do more for her, but all I could manage was to let her rest against my shoulder. I was too weak to even stand. The first time Kyriah hit me with her erasure power, it knocked me out completely. This time, it drained all my energy and my powers, but I managed to stay conscious, at least. All I could do was hope that Cristofer would arrive soon to help us.

I tried to avoid looking at Silas's body, but in the oppressive silence, reality began to sink in. Every battle we had fought so far had made us stronger, each loss preparing us better for the next challenge. But this felt different. Our purpose had been falsely implanted by Ivory, who used us to make her dreams a reality without considering our futures or choices. She forced a destiny upon us.

But I was the worst off. I didn't even truly exist. I was created by a frightened little girl to protect her from life, something I couldn't even do. Life had no purpose for me, yet, Fabian's clone, who was also created by someone else's will, had found his purpose, one not implanted by his creator. He chose his own path in the end.

I had always felt out of place as if I was made for something specific. Life felt off, and I thought it was my anxiety, a desire to rush through life, or fear of never finding my meaning. I was never meant to exist, but maybe life wanted me to exist, just like it wanted Fabian's clone to exist. Because I existed, I could change Fabian's clone's mind, and because he existed, he could save The Sunspears from Silas. There is a reason behind everything, or at least, we must find it and make it our own.

And now I wondered, was there a purpose hidden in this chaos? Because if so, I still haven't found it.

Darkness started to fill my eyes, could it be that Cristofer had come back or maybe I was starting to lose consciousness...