Raven placed a hand on Marshmallow's heart. Instantly, a surge of energy coursed through his body, and an incredible warmth spread from the tips of his hair to his toes.

"I'm giving you my will," Raven said, staring directly into the center of his eyes. "But there's more. I want to share a memory with you, a moment that defined me as a soldier and as a man. It was important to me, and I hope it can help you."

Suddenly, Marshmallow was no longer in limbo. He found himself on a devastated battlefield. The sky was darkened by smoke from fires, and the air was filled with the cries of wounded soldiers. There, in the midst of chaos, was Raven.

There was an important detail to note. Raven lay on the ground, his left leg reduced to a bloody stump just above the knee.

Marshmallow watched, unable to look away. Raven struggled relentlessly to get up. The pain on his face was evident. But the determination he carried overwhelmed it by far.

Raven seemed to exert a superhuman effort as he dragged himself toward a dropped rifle not far from him. His hands trembled as he grasped its handle, but his gaze was as if besotted.

"It's not over," Raven muttered. "Not while I'm still breathing."

With those words, Raven used the rifle as an improvised crutch. And thanks to that, Raven got back on his feet. He staggered but didn't fall. It felt like demons were devouring his leg from the pain, but in his heart, he knew he wouldn't give up, and so it was. With an unsteady but unstoppable step, he headed back towards the battlefield.

It was at that moment that the memory faded. Marshmallow found himself back in limbo. He didn't know how or why, but his eyes were wet with shed tears. "What the hell is happening? Why am I crying?" He wondered. He hadn't even realized he was doing it. That moment, that act of pure courage, had entered deep into his soul. It had become part of him, and he could feel it clearly.

A fragment of Raven had entered Marshmallow.

"This," Raven said, brimming with pride, "is what it means to have an indomitable will. It's not about never falling, but about getting up every time. No matter how hard it is."

Marshmallow could only nod. He felt that strength flowing through his veins, exactly as if it were a living fire.

"But there's more," Raven continued. "There's a hidden power I've given you. A power that awakens only in moments of extreme desperation. I call it Supreme Will."

Marshmallow's eyes widened. "Supreme Will?"

Raven nodded. "It's more than a simple power-up. This power allows you to tap into the fighting strength of all those who have fought by your side, living and dead."

Marshmallow felt a shiver run down his spine. "You mean..."

"Yes," Raven confirmed. "It's a spiritual bond that unites the will of all Wyolanders in the Survivor Game. You, Marshmallow, become the conduit for that collective force. Every sacrifice, every hope, and every heroic gesture. It all converges in you."

Marshmallow remained silent for a long moment, trying to assimilate the enormity of what Raven was granting him. "How do I use it?"

"It's not something you use," Raven replied with a gentle smile. "It's something you possess deep down, something that takes shape in the moment of most desperate need when all seems lost. You just need to remember all of us who have fought by your side, and the Supreme Will will respond."

Raven took a step back as his form began to become translucent. "Our time is running out. But you must always remember that you are not alone. We will always be with you."

"Raven, wait!" Marshmallow shouted, reaching out a hand toward his vanishing mentor. "Don't go, I still need you!"

Raven's smile was full of affection as he disappeared into nothingness. "No, Marshmallow. You don't need me anymore. You're ready. Fight for all of us. And win."

Raven dissolved completely, leaving Marshmallow in limbo. He was alone, but he no longer felt alone. He felt Raven's presence still vivid within him, and not just his. He felt the strength of all the Wyolanders, living and dead, flowing inside him.

Then it all happened in the next instant. Marshmallow opened his eyes, returning to the reality of the battlefield. The physical pain was still present, but now it was accompanied by a new sensation: an inner strength he had never experienced before.

He slowly got to his feet. Every single part of his limbs that he moved was a struggle against the searing pain, but he felt stronger than everything. This time the pain didn't stop him and, in fact, seemed to fuel his determination.

BloodLust, who was about to deliver the finishing blow to the Dragon Goat, turned sharply. His eyes widened in surprise, and with a contemptuous smile, he suddenly became excited by the battle.

"So you finally got up," BloodLust hissed. "What cards do you still have to play?"

Marshmallow stared at his enemy. His eyes were now imbued with an ominous inner light, the eyes of someone who would achieve their goals at any cost. And when he spoke, his voice was calm but self-assured.

"Maybe you don't understand who you're dealing with, BloodLust."

BloodLust looked at him with disdain. "It doesn't matter how many times you get up. You'll fall anyway in the end."

"Maybe, but not today."

With those words, Marshmallow felt something awaken inside him. It was as if a fire had ignited in the depths of his being, a fire fueled not only by his will but by the will of all those who had fought by his side.

The Supreme Will had awakened.

An aura of pure energy began to surround Marshmallow, pulsing to the rhythm of his heart. He felt Raven's strength, Lynx's determination, Parabellum's courage, and Dragon Goat's loyalty. But not only that, he felt the energy of SonicEcho, OK Damage, SamanthEye, Elwinner, Aurelia, Voltran, Eldrin, the satyrs, even Sage Ezechiel, and all the Wyolanders who had died to win the Survivor Game and in hope of a better future flowing within him. Marshmallow had inherited their strength.

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He felt the presence of every single Wyolander who had given their life for their cause.

BloodLust instinctively took a step back. What the hell was happening? Marshmallow's energy seemed to have multiplied tenfold. His confidence wavered in the face of that manifestation of pure power.

"What... What have you become?"

Marshmallow advanced towards BloodLust with every step charged with a force that could have made the ethereal dimension tremble. At that moment, Marshmallow's body seemed to mutate into something different. His body could no longer contain all the strength he was holding inside, and with each step he took towards BloodLust, Marshmallow became more and more like a mythological beast.

Marshmallow was becoming an Oni. When he spoke, he didn't even seem like himself anymore.

"I am the voice of those who can no longer speak. I am the strength of those who have fallen. I am the hope of those who still fight. I am the hammer that will extirpate you from this plane of existence. BloodLust, you had immense potential, but you chose to pursue the wrong path. I have no choice to eliminate you."

Marshmallow spoke as if he had already won, and as the bold words flowed out of his mouth, it was as if dozens of different voices were mixing in a shapeless and cacophonous whirlwind. The energy around Marshmallow grew, forming a sort of luminous armor that covered the cracks and dents in his Primordial Dragon Armor. Lifekinesis, empowered by the Supreme Will, flowed through him, healing his wounds and reinvigorating his body.

His companions, lying on the ground bleeding and in pain, were admiring the scene. Marshmallow seemed to have risen to the stage of divinity. Not even Sage Ezechiel exuded such a sense of oppression and unease. And above all, not even BloodLust.

How had Marshmallow obtained such power?

"And I am the one who will end your reign of terror," Marshmallow concluded as his voice still resonated with the force of hundreds of voices.

BloodLust, for the first time, seemed truly worried. He took a step back and recalled the Eternity Blade to his right hand. "It doesn't matter what trick you're using," he growled. "In the end, it won't change anything!"

With a roar of rage, BloodLust launched into attack with the Eternity Blade firm in his right hand.

With a speed and grace he had never possessed before, Marshmallow dodged the first blow. The blade of the Eternity Blade passed a few millimeters from his face but didn't even graze him. BloodLust, surprised by Marshmallow's change of pace, lost his balance for an instant.

It was all Marshmallow needed.

He grabbed BloodLust's arm using his own momentum against him. In an instant, BloodLust found himself projected through the air, landing heavily several meters away.

"Impossible," BloodLust muttered, getting up clumsily. "How..."

Marshmallow didn't give him time to finish the sentence. With superhuman speed, he covered the distance between them in the blink of an eye. In his fist had charged the energy necessary to cause an earthquake capable of collapsing a city. And this fist connected with BloodLust's face with devastating force.

The impact was so powerful that the shock wave made the entire dimensional plane tremble. BloodLust flew backward, and his body left a deep furrow in the marble ground.

This time, however, he got up promptly.

"WHAT KIND OF TRICK IS THIS!"

BloodLust was definitely losing his mind. He couldn't believe what was happening. A moment before, he practically had the Survivor Game in his grasp. Instead, now the tables had completely turned. They were playing cat and mouse, and now he had become the mouse.

BloodLust couldn't accept it. The blood was boiling in his veins like never before. He wouldn't accept it easily. And that blood that was boiling in his veins was now all moving to the area of his face. Giant veins sprouted on his neck, even covering his face, which was turning purple from the effort. He strained even more, and his muscle mass pumped up even more. Now he was more similar to a Mr. Olympia than to a Survivor Game player.

"What's happening to you, BloodLust?" Marshmallow taunted. "Are you getting scared? Afraid of losing?"

BloodLust definitely lost his patience.

"Lose? NEVER!"

BloodLust assaulted Marshmallow, this time throwing everything he had at him.

His left hand, free, was busy hurling any type of Unique Skill. Water, wind, lightning, crystal. Meanwhile, BloodLust charged at him trying to slice him up with his Eternity Blade.

But Marshmallow wasn't caught off guard. With Spatiokinesis, he avoided all the blows coming from the Unique Skills and teleported exactly above him. A new punch capable of generating a mega earthquake started from top to bottom. BloodLust was caught off guard for an instant, but this time he didn't let himself be fooled. Just in time, he summoned, through his left hand, a shield made of both crystal and metal. Marshmallow's punch was blocked without even managing to crack the shield.

"Do you like this move?" BloodLust grinned in a completely crazed manner. "I have too many Unique Skills, you can't beat me!"

BloodLust had completely lost his mind. But Marshmallow still had the upper hand. In an instant, he wrapped his fist in a stone armor through Geokinesis, and then through Fortification, he added power to it. The power of his blow doubled. BloodLust's crystal and metal shield began to crack more and more. More and more. More and more.

"Imposs-AAAARGH!"

In the end, Marshmallow's fist reached BloodLust's nape, empowered by Geokinesis and Fortification. The impact was such that it hurled him heavily downwards, but downwards was the white marble. It happened then that the ground was deflowered like papier-mâché, and BloodLust ended up being hurled downwards destroying everything he encountered. In the end, he had created a pit over ten meters deep, and for the first time, blood began to copiously flow out of BloodLust's mouth and his bones to shatter.