Jin's heart sank as he turned around to witness Claudio, his arm bandaged and his face scarred by burns, impaling Kazuya with a sword. Before Jin could react, Claudio kicked him aside and grasped Kazuya by the neck, laughing maniacally as blood trickled from Kazuya's lips.

"Come, oh destiny! I have waited centuries for this moment!" Claudio's voice echoed across the battlefield, sending shivers down the spines of all who heard it.

The sudden turn of events left everyone in shock, their faces pale with fear and worry.

The chaos of the battleground came to a halt as fighters and spectators alike were transfixed by the unfolding tragedy and horror beneath the tumultuous sky.

A collective gasp filled the air as Claudio's maniacal laughter abruptly ceased, replaced by a chilling silence broken only by the sound of him withdrawing an artefact from his coat and pressing it against Kazuya's temple.

Lying down in pain, Jin's eyes widened in horror as he witnessed the scene unfolding before him, his rage boiling over into a tempest of black aura that surged forth in a blast of raw power.

Transforming once more into the formidable Devil Jin, Jin lunged towards Claudio with reckless abandon. But before he could reach his target, Claudio uttered an incantation that unleashed a torrent of dark and golden energy from the very ground beneath him.

The force of the surge shattered the earth once more, hurtling Jin away and creating a crater large enough to swallow the village whole. The energy continued to grow, swirling and expanding until it formed a malevolent storm that reached up to engulf the very clouds above.

With grim determination, the onlookers clung to each other, bracing themselves against the overwhelming power of the storm. Jin, enveloped in his own darkness stood his ground once more, firing lasers in a futile attempt to dispel the malevolent storm before him but his efforts were in vain.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Jin caught sight of Kazuya being thrown out from the heart of the storm.

Without hesitation, Jin raced to Kazuya's side, catching him just in time before flying towards the relative safety of the base. As they retreated from the unfolding chaos, the storm raged on behind them.

After landing, Jin swiftly handed Kazuya over to Lars and Alisa, who rushed him to the Medicamp for urgent treatment. Frustration and anger simmered within Jin as he turned towards Lee, his voice laced with urgency and desperation under his demonic grumbling.

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"What is happening? Does anyone know what is going on?!" Jin's words echoed across the battlefield, but they were met with only silence as the storm continued to swell on the horizon, drawing ever closer to the fray.

Suddenly, a familiar voice pierced the silence, breaking through the tension like a beacon of hope.

"It is the philosopher's stone," the voice declared, its unexpected presence cutting through the uncertainty like a blade.

Jin turned to see Xiaoyu standing before him, her presence a comforting reassurance in the midst of chaos. Without a moment's hesitation, his transformation faded as Jin rushed forward and enveloped her in a tight embrace, his relief palpable as he held her close.

But Xiaoyu's response was interrupted by the muffled protest as she struggled to breathe in Jin's embrace. With a sheepish smile, Jin quickly released her, his gaze softening as he looked into her eyes.

"Ling Xiaoyu, I—" Jin began, but he was cut off by Xiaoyu's urgent plea, her words a reminder of the dire situation they faced.

"Tell me when this is all over," Xiaoyu insisted, her voice filled with determination. "But for now, we have a war to fight."

As Xiaoyu stepped forward, her gaze fixed on the approaching storm, she began to explain the dire situation unfolding before them.

"When I was in his prison," she started, her voice filled with urgency, "he told me his plan. By harnessing the power of the philosopher's stone, combining it with his curse of exorcism and the malevolent force of the Devil Gene, he aims to create a paradoxical energy that will grant him a vessel and abilities comparable to those of divine beings."

The gravity of Xiaoyu's words hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow of fear over the assembled fighters. Alan's expression was one of near-tearful terror as he processed the magnitude of the threat.

"So now we have another god to fight?!" Alan exclaimed, his voice trembling with fear and disbelief.

Lee's response was grim, his own shock evident in his expression as he surveyed the growing storm on the horizon.

"Afraid so," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper, conveying the weight of the impending battle.

As the energy storm approached, its towering presence dominated the skyline, casting an ominous shadow over the battlefield. Suddenly, with a symphony of power, the storm halted in its tracks, unleashing a dazzling display of flashing lightning and swirling auras. In a breathtaking explosion of energy, the storm shattered, unveiling a figure draped in mystical black, its form outlined in shimmering gold.

With majestic wings unfurled, the being emanated an aura of both darkness and divine power, a paradox of beauty and intensity.

As the spectators beheld the sight before them, they were transfixed, their senses overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of the being's presence.

It was as if time itself had paused, leaving them in a state of awe and reverence, their eyes wide open, unable to look away from the celestial spectacle unfolding before them. And amidst the chaos, the ethereal sound of divine sirens filled their ears, adding to the otherworldly ambiance of the moment.