As Agharna and Eleo circled each other, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Eleo, panting heavily, was on the edge of collapse. His mind raced as he replayed the battle so far. Man, I can’t beat him in Ink First Form... he’s just too strong.Every attack Eleo threw, every tactic, was brushed off as if Agharna barely noticed.
Agharna, towering and calm, grinned as he wiped a trickle of blood from his lip. He eyed Eleo with a casual, almost playful smirk, as though he had all the time in the world.
"Yo, kid," Agharna called out, breaking the silence.
Eleo, breath ragged, spat back between breaths, “WHAT?!”
Agharna’s grin widened. “I know you want to kill me, so do it.” He surprised Eleo by sitting down cross-legged, looking completely relaxed. “Go ahead. Use your strongest attack on me.”
Eleo blinked in disbelief, struggling to process what he just heard. “W-what? You... want me to use my strongest attack?”
Agharna’s tone was laced with mockery, his patience clearly wearing thin. “Are you deaf, boy? I said... **use. your. strongest. attack.**”
Eleo’s confusion turned to doubt as he mumbled, “I... I don’t even know what my strongest attack is.”
Agharna facepalmed dramatically, groaning. “Oh for the love of—just use **any** attack you think is your strongest. It doesn't have to be complicated. Just hit me with something big.”
Eleo stared at him for a moment, still unsure. He wiped the sweat from his brow, forcing himself to gather his strength. “Uh, okay. Well... here goes,” he muttered, the uncertainty in his voice clear as day.
He raised his right hand, summoning every drop of energy and ink he could muster. “Ink Meteor!” he yelled, and above his hand, a massive ball of ink condensed, growing larger and larger until it was the size of a small boulder. He heaved it into the air and hurled it with all his might toward Agharna.
Agharna watched, his eyes widening slightly as the enormous ink projectile soared through the air. “Did he really name his ultimate ability Ink Meteor? Are you kidding m— OH SHIT!”
The ball slammed into Agharna with a deafening **boom**, exploding on impact and covering the entire area in thick, black ink. The blast radius was immense, splattering ink in all directions and shaking the very floor beneath them. Smoke and ink clouded the battlefield, making it hard to see anything. Eleo stood there, gasping for air, waiting for the dust to settle.
For a brief moment, there was nothing but silence. Eleo stared into the blackened ink cloud, hoping, praying that he had finally done some real damage. His body was trembling from exhaustion. **Did... did I get him?** he thought. His knees wobbled, but he forced himself to stand tall, trying to mask the desperation behind his eyes.
But then, a shape appeared through the ink-covered haze. Slowly, step by step, Agharna emerged, his form towering, unscathed, except for the ink dripping from his fur. He stood there, staring at Eleo with a bemused expression, wiping some ink from his face. A small chuckle escaped his lips before it grew into a full-blown laugh.
“That’s it?” Agharna said, his voice booming with amusement. “**That** was your strongest attack? I mean, don’t get me wrong—it looked impressive, but come on, kid. I’m still standing.”
Eleo’s heart sank. He had poured everything into that attack, and Agharna was barely fazed. The ink had covered the battlefield, giving Eleo some control over the terrain, but it clearly wasn’t enough. He could feel his energy reserves depleting rapidly.
Agharna stretched, rolling his shoulders like he was warming up for a workout. “You know, I actually thought you had something there for a second. But that’s just... sad.” He shook his head in disappointment. “You really think you can make it to the Second World with that?”
Eleo’s fists clenched, trembling with frustration. “I... I’m not done yet.”
Agharna raised an eyebrow, his smirk returning. “Not done, huh? You look like you’re about to collapse. He walked over to Eleo, towering over him, and looked him in the eyes, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Let me give you some advice, kid. This world... and the next... they’ll chew you up and spit you out if you don’t get stronger. Your willpower alone isn’t enough.”
Eleo, still panting heavily, stared back at Agharna, defiance burning in his eyes. “I don’t care how strong you are... I’ll keep fighting. I’ll... I’ll beat you. And when I get to the final world, I’ll become stronger than anyone. Stronger than you.”
Agharna’s grin faltered for a moment, and then he threw his head back and laughed. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. But guts alone won’t keep you alive.”
Suddenly, without warning, Agharna lunged forward and grabbed Eleo by the collar, lifting him effortlessly into the air. Eleo’s feet dangled, and he clawed at Agharna’s hand, trying to break free, but it was useless.
“You want to know what it takes to survive the Second World?” Agharna growled, his face inches from Eleo’s. “It takes more than some flashy ink tricks. It takes real strength. Strength to crush your enemies without a second thought. Strength to break them before they can break you.”
Agharna’s grip tightened as he slammed Eleo into the ground with bone-crushing force. Eleo let out a gasp of pain, his body screaming in agony.
“Strength to kill,” Agharna finished, standing over Eleo’s broken form.
Eleo groaned, his vision swimming, but he refused to give in. His ink slowly began to stir around him again, but it was weaker this time, more sluggish. He could feel his consciousness slipping, but still, he tried to stand.
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Agharna loomed over Eleo, casting a shadow across the broken battlefield. His claws gleamed with menace as he sneered down at the younger fighter. “Welp, you failed. Guess it’s my turn now,” Agharna said, his voice dripping with mockery.
Without hesitation, Agharna unleashed a barrage of attacks, his claws stabbing downward with terrifying speed. Eleo did his best to block, using both arms to deflect the strikes, but even as he managed to parry them, each hit sent shockwaves of pain through his body. The force behind Agharna's strikes was brutal—despite Eleo’s efforts, the damage was adding up, and his body was starting to give out.
Each breath he took was shallow and ragged. The edges of his vision blurred as the thought of defeat crept into his mind. **I can’t take much more of this... I’m gonna...** he thought, feeling the crushing weight of failure. His knees wobbled, and he was about to collapse when a wild, desperate idea sparked in his mind.
**What if I transfer all the ink to my left side, just like I did with my right?**
It was a reckless plan. His body was already battered, and this could very well break him completely—but what choice did he have? With a determined grunt, Eleo gathered what remained of his strength. He forced the ink to surge from every part of his body, funneling it into his left side. As the ink concentrated in his muscles and bones, he felt his left side twisting, snapping under the pressure.
A sickening **crack** echoed as his left arm broke, followed by another as his ribs splintered under the strain. Eleo’s face twisted in agony, his teeth grinding together as he fought to keep his composure. His entire left side—muscle, bone, skin—began to warp, black ink seeping both inside and out. Every fiber of his being screamed in pain, but beneath that pain, he felt a surge of strength.
“Ink... Second!” he shouted through gritted teeth, his voice filled with both resolve and agony.
Agharna, watching the transformation, raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “So what? Now your whole body’s covered in ink? And you think that’ll change anything?” he said with a smirk.
Eleo, panting heavily, forced a smile through the pain. “Yeah... and I seem to be ten times stronger.”
Agharna’s smile didn’t waver. “Ten times stronger, huh? Well, kid, if that’s true, then hit me.”
Without hesitation, Eleo raised his left arm. The ink surged through his veins, and his muscles bulged unnaturally under the strain. His eyes burned with desperation as he roared, “INK INK BARRAGE!”
In a blur, Eleo's arms moved faster than the eye could follow, his fists flying with such speed that they seemed to vanish. His punches connected with Agharna, one after another, the force behind each blow magnified by the ink-infused power. The sheer speed and volume of strikes were overwhelming. The hits landed so fast that the air itself seemed to crack, rippling with every punch. Each impact sent shockwaves through the battlefield, shaking the very ground beneath them. The sound of Eleo’s fists striking Agharna echoed like thunderclaps, and even the air around them warped under the force of the blows.
Agharna’s eyes widened in genuine surprise as the attacks connected. His massive form staggered back, the sheer force of the punches actually driving him off balance. For the first time in the fight, Agharna felt pain. Real, sharp pain. His body, usually impervious to such attacks, was feeling the damage—his skin bruised, his bones rattled with each impact. The ink-covered fists tore into him relentlessly, and the volley of strikes felt like they were all hitting at once, a barrage too fast for his senses to fully register.
The wind howled as Eleo’s barrage continued, each punch more ferocious than the last. The air around Agharna shimmered, rippling with the sheer force of Eleo’s strikes. Despite his massive size and power, Agharna couldn’t defend against the onslaught. He took the full brunt of the attack, his body jerking violently with each hit.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Eleo's fists slowed, his ink-covered arms trembling with exhaustion. The barrage ended, and Eleo stumbled back, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. His body was spent, his vision blurring from the toll the transformation had taken on him. He fell to one knee, barely able to stay conscious.
For a moment, everything was still. The battlefield was covered in ink, the ground cracked and broken from the force of the fight. Eleo could barely see through the haze of pain and exhaustion, but he could make out Agharna’s towering form in front of him.
Agharna was battered and bruised. His fur was matted with blood and ink, and his once-pristine stature looked weathered. But despite the damage, despite the onslaught he had just endured, Agharna was still standing.
He coughed, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked down at Eleo with a twisted grin. “Well... I gotta admit... that actually hurt.”
Eleo’s heart sank. He had put everything he had into that attack, and yet Agharna was still standing. Barely, but standing.
Agharna rolled his neck, a few audible cracks echoing through the air. “You’ve got guts, kid. And you’re stronger than I gave you credit for. But... it’s not enough.” He took a slow, deliberate step toward Eleo, his grin widening. “You’re not gonna win this fight. Not today.”
Eleo tried to move, but his body refused to respond. The pain was overwhelming, his muscles torn, bones shattered. He had nothing left. All he could do was stare up at Agharna, defiant but broken.
Despite the excruciating pain wracking his body and his bones screaming in protest, Eleo refused to stop. He grit his teeth and pushed forward, every ounce of his will focused on one thing—defeating Agharna. His legs were heavy, his vision blurry, but he kept moving, kept running toward the towering figure. Agharna, sensing his determination, narrowed his eyes and tapped into his future sight.
But as Agharna’s mind raced ahead, attempting to predict Eleo’s next move, something strange happened. The usual clarity of foresight blurred, and by the time he realized it, it was too late. Eleo’s fist connected with his gut in a devastating blow, knocking the wind out of him. “What the—?” Agharna choked, eyes widening in shock.
Before Agharna could recover, Eleo’s arm shifted, transforming into a long, black ink whip. With a vicious snap, the whip cracked through the air and wrapped around Agharna’s torso, pulling him closer as Eleo yanked hard. Agharna staggered, trying to process what was happening. His eyes narrowed in disbelief.
Impossible. He’s faster than my own future sight?
For the first time in the battle, Agharna felt genuine fear. This wasn’t the same kid he had toyed with minutes ago. Eleo’s speed, his ferocity, the unpredictability—Agharna couldn’t keep up. And he knew it.
Eleo’s face twisted with determination as he morphed his hands once more, this time into massive ink cannons. “Take this!” Eleo shouted, his voice cracking with both fury and exhaustion. He fired twin blasts of condensed ink at point-blank range, the sheer force of the impact sending Agharna flying through the air. The walls of the building crumbled as Agharna was blasted outside, crashing through the structure with a thunderous boom.
Agharna's body tumbled and skidded across the ground outside, leaving a massive trench in his wake. He coughed, blood spilling from his mouth as he tried to stand, dazed and disoriented. But Eleo wasn’t finished.
With a powerful leap, Eleo broke through the floors of the building, launching himself high into the air. Sunlight streamed through the clouds, glinting off his ink-covered form. The heat of the sun didn’t faze him. All he saw below was Agharna, struggling to rise.
I’m not done. Not until he’s finished.
Eleo aimed his descent with precision, his legs extended. He slammed his feet down into Agharna’s stomach with brutal force, causing the ground beneath them to crack and splinter. Agharna let out a sharp grunt, gasping for air. But Eleo didn’t relent. Again and again, he stomped down, each blow delivering more punishment, each strike fueled by his growing determination.
“You wanted my strongest, right?” Eleo growled, his voice barely above a whisper. “Well... here it is.”
eleo jumped high in the air With a roar that shook the ground, Eleo began to expand. Ink surged from within him, covering his Left Arm. His left arm grew, stretching and warping as he tapped into the deepest reserves of his power. His muscles bulged, his entire arm swelling until he was no longer the boy who had been fighting moments ago.
Ink Goliath.
Eleo’s arm had grown to an enormous size, towering over the battlefield like a colossus. His fists, now massive ink-formed wrecking balls, clenched with power. His arms expanded to 30 feet wide, each movement sending tremors through the ground.
Agharna, still struggling to regain his footing, looked up just in time to see the shadow of Eleo’s colossal arm descending toward him. “No...!”
With a mighty swing, Eleo brought his enormous arm down. The force of the impact was devastating. The ground exploded beneath Agharna, the earth itself giving way under the sheer weight of the blow. A shockwave rippled through the battlefield, leveling everything in its path. Dust and debris filled the air as the ground quaked beneath Eleo’s feet.
Agharna was pinned under the colossal arm, his body battered and broken. But even as he lay there, crushed by the force of Eleo’s attack, his eyes flickered with something more than pain—respect.
Eleo turns his arm back to normal looked down at the broken warrior beneath him. His chest heaved, his body aching from the transformation, but he didn’t stop. His gaze hardened, and without a word, he was about to use another one of his attacks
But Agharna, beaten and bloodied, laughed. Agharna’s body convulsed violently as Eleo watched, The ground trembled beneath their feet as Agharna’s figure began to shift. His once-proud fur bristled and hardened into razor-sharp silver spikes, gleaming under the sunlight. His muscular frame contorted, expanding with pure, overwhelming rage. His eyes, now burning red with fury, locked onto Eleo, filled with a primal, uncontainable hatred.
A low, guttural growl rumbled from deep within Agharna’s chest. His breath came in short, ragged bursts as the transformation took hold, the power radiating from him in waves.
“I’m... not... losing... to a... FUCKING KID!” Agharna roared, his voice shaking the very air around them.
His fur, now solid spikes of silver, shot out in all directions, some even embedding themselves into the ground around them, turning the battlefield into a spiked deathtrap. Eleo flinched, stepping back slightly, his massive ink-formed body straining under the tension. But even in his 2nd Form, Eleo felt the pressure—Agharna was evolving, becoming something far more dangerous than before.