Olorun’s fist crackled with lightning as he struck the Morphian Sovereign, but the monster’s response was faster than he could react. The Morphian Sovereign’s grotesque hand, black and pulsing with dark energy, wrapped around Olorun's arm, pulling him closer. With terrifying precision, the creature hammered its fist into Olorun's stomach repeatedly, each blow landing like thunder. The force sent shockwaves through his body as it lifted him effortlessly into the air.
The people watching on the street screamed in horror as Olorun's body was hurled across the square and smashed through the side of a building. The impact left a gaping hole, dust and debris filling the air. Groaning, Olorun slowly pulled himself out of the rubble, clutching his stomach. "This thing... it’s insanely strong," he muttered between breaths. His vision swayed for a moment, but his resolve hardened.
Without warning, the Morphian Sovereign appeared behind him, its movements eerily silent despite its massive form. Just as its fist swung toward Olorun’s back, he instinctively spun around. His body reacted faster than his mind, lightning flaring around his fist. "Lightning Barrage!" he roared, fists moving like blurs of electricity, each punch faster than the last. The relentless strikes forced the Morphian Sovereign back, sending it crashing through the building wall and out into the open once more.
Not wasting a second, Olorun leaped through the hole in the wall, charging his leg with electric energy. He aimed for a finishing strike—his signature Lightning Kick—but the Morphian Sovereign caught his legs in mid-air. Its grip tightened like a vice, and with monstrous strength, it swung Olorun downward, smashing him into the crowd of onlookers. The screams that followed were cut short as bodies were crushed under the force of Olorun’s impact. Blood spattered everywhere, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze.
Olorun sat up, his hands trembling. His clothes were soaked in blood, and he realized with horror what had just happened. "I... I killed them..." His voice cracked, disbelief filling his eyes as he stared at the lifeless bodies strewn around him. The guilt weighed on him like a boulder, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Before he could react, the Morphian Sovereign was already upon him, launching a brutal punch that sent Olorun tumbling backward.
Olorun struggled to his feet as the Morphian Sovereign gathered lightning in its hand—his lightning. The monster unleashed a beam of electricity, striking Olorun with the full force of his own power. Sparks danced across his skin as pain tore through him. "So... it can copy my abilities too," Olorun muttered, wiping blood from his mouth. "This thing is stronger than I thought. Stronger even than Taki..."
Determination flared in his eyes as he charged forward. "Tempest Strike!" he shouted, pouring everything into his next attack. Lightning surged into his fist, crackling louder than thunder. His strike connected with the Morphian Sovereign’s chest, sending it flying backward with a blast that shook the ground. The monster’s body crackled with electricity, twitching as the electric shock rendered it momentarily stunned.
Not letting the opportunity pass, Olorun jumped into the air. "Lightning Nova!" he roared, releasing an explosion of electric energy that radiated outward in all directions. The ground trembled beneath him as the sheer power of his attack sent waves of electricity through the air. The Morphian Sovereign was engulfed in the blast, its body illuminated by the violent discharge of energy.
For a brief moment, Olorun thought he had won. The smoke from the attack billowed into the sky, and the lingering crackle of electricity hummed ominously around the battlefield. But then, through the smoke, the Morphian Sovereign emerged, completely unharmed. Its body had already adapted, its dark energy absorbing the electricity like a sponge. It had learned.
Olorun clenched his fists, frustration bubbling up inside him. "Damn it... this thing just keeps getting stronger." He grit his teeth, blood dripping from his forehead. The creature stood, its eerie, featureless face still etched with that vague, unsettling smile.
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The scene shifts to Tony’s point of view as he strolled into the small, cluttered shop. The atmosphere smelled faintly of old wood and dust, with shelves packed with various trinkets and supplies. As he approached the counter, Tony asked, “Hello, my good sir. You wouldn’t happen to have a map for the 2nd World, would you?”
The store manager, a burly man with a thick mustache, looked up from his book, slightly startled. “Oh, I do,” he said, nodding. “But it’ll cost ya a thousand dollars.”
Tony let out a low whistle. "Damn, that's steep. Well, let’s see if I have it…" he muttered, rummaging through his pockets.
As he fumbled with his wallet, the door to the shop opened with a soft chime. A tall figure entered, immediately commanding attention with his striking appearance. His name tag read *Lucian Solaris.* His pale blonde hair shimmered as though reflecting the light from some unseen source, and his eyes glowed subtly—a brilliant amber that flickered whenever he moved.
Lucian’s attire was equally eye-catching, a sleek, metallic-like suit that shifted from white to silver depending on how the light caught it. His cloak, iridescent like the hues of a sunset, gave him an almost regal presence. Tony glanced at him briefly, intrigued but focused on his map problem.
Lucian smiled at the shop owner as he approached the counter. “Hello, shop owner,” he said in a voice as smooth as silk.
The shop owner’s eyes widened slightly. “Uh, hello… what can I get for you?”
“I need some food,” Lucian said casually, gathering an assortment of provisions and dropping them onto the counter with a soft thud. He smiled again. “And I’d like a discount because I’m Silverguard.”
The shop owner blinked, recognizing the significance of the title. Silverguards were advanced soldiers, the elite defenders of the Council's interests. Their silver-toned armor and elevated rank made them instantly recognizable. “Good grief,” the shop owner muttered under his breath, “I guess that’ll be four dollars then.”
Lucian flashed a charming smile, handing over the money. “Thank you, good sir,” he said before turning and walking out of the store without another word.
As Tony counted his money, the shop owner turned back to him and said, “You know what? Keep the map for free.”
Tony blinked in surprise. “You sure?”
“Yeah, man. Take it,” the owner insisted.
Tony, still a bit confused but not one to argue, pocketed the map. “Uh, okay. Thanks!” he called as he stepped out of the shop. Unfolding the map outside, he glanced at it, but quickly cursed under his breath. “Ah, crap. We need the map for World 1 to know how to get to World 2.”
He turned on his heel and walked back into the shop, waving the map. “Uh, sir, can I trade this map for one of World 1?”
The shop owner chuckled and nodded. “Sure thing, no problem.”
After the quick exchange, Tony stepped outside once more, the correct map in hand this time. “Huh, I wonder where the others are,” he muttered, glancing around at the bustling streets.
Meanwhile, in another part of the city, Eleo was wandering through the streets, his nose twitching as he picked up a familiar scent. “Carrots…” he whispered, a gleeful smile creeping across his face. He followed the smell, almost trance-like, until he arrived at a small shop. Without hesitation, he rushed inside and immediately spotted a bunch of fresh carrots on display. His eyes lit up as if he had just found treasure.
He approached the counter, barely containing his excitement. “Excuse me! Could I get four carrots, please?”
The shop owner, a wiry man with thick glasses, looked at him skeptically. “That’ll be four dollars.”
“I’d like to see them first,” Eleo said, his voice high-pitched with eagerness.
The shop owner raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Uh… sure.” He turned to grab the carrots from the shelf.
Before the man could hand them over, Eleo snatched them up and bolted out of the shop in a flash. “Hey! Stop!” the shop owner shouted after him, but Eleo was already halfway down the street, running at full speed.
As Eleo rounded a corner, he collided with someone—another bunny, but this one was unlike any other he had seen before. The stranger had a missing left eye with an ‘X’ scar across the socket, and his left ear was half-cut. The mysterious bunny glared at Eleo, who stumbled back, confused.
“Well, well, well,” the stranger said with a sneer, his voice gruff. “It seems you were the second one to survive the Internet Incident.”
Eleo blinked, completely baffled. “What? What are you talking about?”
The other bunny moved behind him, inspecting the back of Eleo’s neck where a small, faint ‘R’ mark was visible. “Ahh, I see… you’re part of it too.”
Eleo’s confusion deepened. “Who the hell are you?”
The scarred bunny smirked darkly. “All in good time, other me.” He took a step closer, his one good eye gleaming with a dangerous light. “You’ll find out soon enough.”