Inside the tower, as the group pressed forward, their determination reached new heights. They maneuvered through narrow corridors and bypassed security systems, with each step bringing them closer to their goal.
And then, they encountered an unexpected obstacle: Yenza Celeston. The sight of him in his formidable battle dress, armor gleaming and a skirt swaying, caught them off guard. The cellmates and women exchanged startled glances, their minds racing to comprehend what they were witnessing.
The group found themselves face to face with Yenza .
"Well, well,well,well! if it isn't Yenza Celeston, the mighty warrior in his fabulous battle dress. You're really pulling off that skirt, I must say!"
"I guess it's true what they say, fashion knows no bounds, not even in the Celeston family. Are you trying to make a fashion statement or distract us with your questionable fashion choices?"
A Woman joined in "Oh, Yenza, your dress is simply divine. I can't decide if you're here to fight or participate in a fashion show. Either way, I'm not impressed."
Their jabs were aimed at riling Yenza, hoping to exploit his well-known tendency to let his emotions cloud his judgment. They knew that in their current state, without neos energy, they stood no chance against his formidable powers. Yenza, his anger simmering beneath the surface, fought to maintain control. He had learned from his previous encounters with Wendy that allowing his emotions to dictate his actions only led to his downfall.
"Save your petty insults. I am here on a mission, and I will not be distracted by your childish antics! I am the Apitimy of grace amoung the Celeston family, so you may mock me all you want, but you will not prevent me from fulfilling my duty!"
His voice carried a firm resolve, a sign that he was attempting to rise above his anger and focus on the task at hand. The cellmates and women couldn't help but sense a difference in him, a glimmer of maturity that hadn't been present before.
"Look, Yenza, we know you're a Celeston and all that, but let's face it, your family's reign is coming to an end. We're here to put an end to their tyranny, and you can either stand in our way or step aside."
A Woman then added"Yenza. We're fighting for justice and freedom, things your family has denied us for far too long… Your Family are shitheads, do you understand that? They dictate your life, don't they? You have to do whatever they say like a 'good little princess' huhuhuhu!"
Yenza clenched his fists, his gaze flickering between the determined faces before him.
"Shut up! How dare you disrespect the Celeston family name! I REFUSE to let any of you leave here without being taught some respect! Your cheap taunts won't have any effect on me! None! I guarantee you! I'll stop all of you here in an instant!"
"Remember the plan, everyone! We need to distract Yenza and buy enough time for the others to complete the task. Keep him busy!"
"Right! Let's show him what we're made of!"
With a coordinated effort, they spread out, each engaging Yenza in combat. They moved with agility and strategy, relying on their wits and teamwork to hold their own against his formidable powers, but they stood no chance.
As the battle waged, the cellmates of Purgus and women began to feel the weight of their limitations. The absence of their Neos powers became increasingly evident, making it difficult to match Yenza's strength and endurance:
One Cellmate begins panting heavily. He glanced at his fallen comrades. The toll of the fight was taking its toll on their ranks.
" We... we can't keep this up much longer. Our plan... it's falling apart!!!"
A Woman, her voice filled with determination, continued to engage Yenza despite her weariness.
"Damn! We have to... find another way. We can't give up now!"
Yenza, sensing their exhaustion, pressed his advantage, his attacks becoming more aggressive and precise. With each strike, the cellmates and women struggled to defend themselves, their bodies growing weaker with each passing moment.
One by one, they began to fall, their strength depleted and their bodies battered by Yenza's relentless onslaught. Despite their valiant efforts, it seemed that their mission was on the verge of failure.
"We... did what we could. But it seems... Yenza... is too strong."
The women, their voice trembling with both exhaustion, refused to surrender.
"We can't... give in. We must... find a way to... overcome."
Yet, even as they fought on, hope seemed to fade with each passing moment. Their bodies ached, their movements slowed, and the gap between their abilities and Yenza's power became insurmountable.
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Yenza, now standing among the fallen, looked down at the weary and defeated group before him, disappointment crossed his face.
"You fought valiantly without your neos powers, but it seems your resistance ends here. You cannot stand against the might of the Celestons. Let this be a reminder to anyone who dares to try to disobey the rules of the Celeston family! This is where you all perish!"
With a final surge of energy, Yenza launched a blast of energy that left the remaining cellmates and women incapacitated, unable to rise again.
With a final glance at the defeated group, Yenza turned away, his mission seemingly accomplished. The cellmates and women were defeated and left for the guards to take care of.
As Yenza stepped out of the tower, with his expression turning into a smirk. He had completed the mission, and in his mind, he was envisioning his Mother telling him 'A Job well done, Son'. His eyes gleamed with excitement as he begins to leave.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the wreckage, gasping for breath. It was one of the fallen cellmates. With a determined look in his eyes, he hurled something towards Yenza, and in the heat of the moment, it appeared as if a powerful blast had been shot at him. Yenza looked back in suprise
"What the-- How do you have any Neos energy....! GRRRR!!"
Yenza couldn't comprehend how they had managed to possess Neos energy, especially after witnessing their powerlessness during the battle. Yenza's instincts and anger kicked in, and he retaliated instinctively, unleashing a powerful blast of his own Neos energy. The force of his attack; however, exceeded his intentions, and it resulted in the entire tower being consumed by an overwhelming explosion.
The deafening sound and the pillar of smoke that rose into the sky caught the attention of nearby guards and prisoners alike. They turned their gaze toward the destroyed tower, their curiosity piqued by the unexpected display of power.
Yenza, realizing the extent of the destruction he had caused, felt rage and regret welling up within him. His anger towards the cellmates and women intensified, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of concern over the consequences of his actions.
The alarm bells blared and guards rushed towards the scene, the attention of the entire facility was drawn to the tower. The fallen cellmates and women, destroyed amidst the wreckage.
Yenza, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions, turned his attention to the approaching guards. As they drew nearer, curiosity and confusion evident on their faces, Yenza quickly composed himself, trying to project an air of authority and control.
"Stay back! There has been an incident here," Yenza commanded, his voice firm and commanding. "I have handled the situation!"
The guards, surprised by Yenza's authoritative tone, hesitated for a moment before one of them stepped forward cautiously. "Sir Yenza, we heard a powerful explosion and saw the destruction of one of the towers. What happened here?"
Yenza, his mind still racing, chose his words carefully. "There were prisoners who had somehow obtained unauthorized Neos energy. They posed a threat to the facility, so I took immediate action to neutralize the situation. Unfortunately, in the process, there was an unintended energy surge that caused the destruction of the tower. Unfortunately, this means that they now have 20% of their Neos energy back.."
The guards exchanged glances. The idea of prisoners obtaining neos energy was a grave matter, one that had the potential to disrupt the delicate balance within the facility.
"We need to report this to higher authorities," one of the guards stated, his voice filled with a sense of urgency.
As the guards scurried away to report the incident, Yenza's mind raced, desperately searching for a way to salvage the situation and prove his worth to his family. He couldn't let this setback define him; he needed to redeem himself in the eyes of his mother.
"I must do something extraordinary," Yenza muttered to himself, determination filling his voice. "Something that will make them forget all of my past failures and see me for the powerful warrior I can be."
His thoughts turned to the remaining towers, still standing defiantly. If he could demonstrate his prowess by eliminating the threat posed by the prisoners and destroying the remaining towers, he believed it might be enough to earn him the praise he craved.
"I must do something more," Yenza muttered to himself, his voice filled with determination. "I need to prove myself, to show my family that I am capable, that I am worthy of their praise."
An idea sparked within him, fueled by ambition and the desperation to prove himself. Yenza's gaze turned toward the remaining towers, his eyes narrowing with a newfound sense of purpose. If he could prevent the prisoners from destroying any more towers and prove his worth, perhaps his mother would see him in a different light.
With renewed determination, Yenza approached the guards who had been preparing to report the incident. His voice carried an air of authority as he addressed them his arms folding.
"Listen to me carefully. We cannot afford any more failures. I will personally take charge of safeguarding the remaining towers! No prisoner shall lay a finger on them. Inform the higher authorities that I will handle the situation, and I will not tolerate any further disruptions."
The guards exchanged glances, unsure of how to respond to Yenza's sudden assertiveness. But beneath their hesitation, a glimmer of hope emerged. Perhaps this was the turning point, the opportunity to rectify the situation and prevent any further damage.
Yenza's mind raced with thoughts of strategy and contingencies. He would need to gather a team of loyal and capable individuals, implement stricter security measures, and ensure the prisoners were kept in check. Failure was not an option, for he knew it would not only bring shame upon himself but also jeopardize his family's reputation.
As the tower crumbled in a spectacular display of destruction, a surge of Neos energy coursed through Wendy and Purgus, revitalizing their weary bodies from the ground, ready to be eliminated by Maylithe. The newfound strength allowed them to withstand Maylithe's onslaught as opposed to being immediately wiped out by her power being unleashed in order to destroy them. Their determination burned brighter than ever as the neos energy allowed them to stay alive and counter Maylithe's blast of Darkness with Wendy's pink and Purgus' Red aura raising up faintly.
Wendy's eyes flickered with a renewed sense of hope as she locked gazes with Purgus, sharing an unspoken understanding. They both knew that this opportunity was their chance to turn the tide of the battle, to fight back against the malevolent force that threatened their lives.
"The plan..is a go!"