Chapter 156 Fitran vs Malakothies (4)
With the fragments of Rinoa's memory now intricately woven into the fabric of his being, Fitran felt a profound transformation resonate within his soul. Those beautiful yet haunting memories bestowed upon him a newfound strength, illuminating the depths of his emotions and revealing the intensity of his love for Rinoa. Yet, alongside the stirring of those feelings, old wounds throbbed painfully, a stark reminder of the heavy price he had paid to grasp such treasured fragments of her essence. As his emotions surged with vigor, revitalizing his spirit, Fitran understood that the formidable battle ahead was far from complete.
Meanwhile, Malakothies, in the throes of his demise and fragmented existence, could not resign himself to defeat. With a thunderous rumble that reverberated through the very fabric of reality, his shattered form began to reassemble, as if summoned by an unseen force. This reconstitution transcended mere restoration; he was channeling his full, terrifying power. Malakothies' entire being morphed into a swirling vortex of glimmering black energy, a darkness unseen by human eyes but deeply felt in the soul, reverberating through every fiber of existence with a resonant roar that penetrated the air like a storm.
Driven by the courage and strength derived from Rinoa's fragmented memories, Fitran raised his hand toward the churning, chaotic sky, his voice ringing out with fervor, "Kaen no shōkan! (Fire Summon!)". In the blink of an eye, a torrent of fire erupted into his magic, igniting a brilliant crimson flame that flickered and danced in the palm of his hand. With fierce determination burning in his heart, he stepped forward, launching a spirited attack. The sound of kaboom! echoed like thunder as the flame shot forth, cutting through the air with a ferocity that scorched the very atmosphere around him.
However, Malakothies was undeterred by the onslaught. With a swift and bold motion, he raised his hand, his voice resonating with power as he declared, "En no tachi! (Sword of Fire!)". In an instant, a shimmering sword made of pure fire materialized with an ominous glow, hurtling toward Fitran with blazing fury. The sound of zwoosh! filled the air, the fiery blade soaring with deadly speed, aiming to consume him in its wrath.
In the midst of this escalating confrontation, Fitran's mind raced with urgency: "I must break through his defenses. If I don't, I won't stand a chance against him!" With an intense focus that surged from the depths of his soul, he swung his arm sideways, summoning the calming force of water as he shouted, "Mizu no kake! (Water Burst!)". An explosive torrent of water gushed forth from his palm, shimmering in the air as it braced itself to counter Malakothies' fiery assault.
The sounds of splash! and crack! reverberated through the air as water and fire collided, unleashing a dazzling shower of sparks that erupted into the arena, enveloping it in a dense veil of steam. The thick mist heightened the electrifying tension of their fierce battle. "You think this is enough?! Raiden no ikari! (Wrath of Thunder!)" Malakothies bellowed, his voice crackling with fury as he unleashed a frenzied bolt of lightning from his fingertips. With an ear-splitting kraaack!, the lightning sliced through the swirling steam, targeting Fitran with lethal precision.
Drawing upon his finely honed instincts, Fitran darted through the tumultuous battlefield, seeking any opening to unleash his counterattack. "I will not be defeated!" he declared, his voice a fierce promise as he ignited the searing fire within him, preparing for the next strike with unwavering resolve.
From the shadows of his form, an unfathomable aura of primordial power radiated outward, warping the very fabric of the dimension with terrifying intensity. The air around him twisted and distorted, swirling wildly like an uncontrollable vortex, annihilating everything in its path. The dark winds howling from Malakothies' body carved through the atmosphere, creating waves of ominous emptiness that pulled all life into a chasm of dread, threatening the very existence of anything that dared to approach.
"Fitran!" Malakothies bellowed, his voice reverberating ominously through the shattered dimensional space, weaving an atmosphere thick with dread for anyone who dared to listen. "You may have seized that memory, yet you grasp not the depths that lie within it. Even your cherished moments with Rinoa will do nothing to shield you from the inevitable doom that awaits. I am destruction incarnate; I am the harbinger of the end for all that exists!" His voice dripped with terrifying authority, a chilling promise that he would unleash his wrath until his sinister ambitions were fulfilled.
Channeling the immense power surging through his very being, Malakothies launched an assault that transcended the mere physical realm, a violent rupture through the very fabric of reality itself. Claws of darkness, razor-sharp and glistening like obsidian shards, hurtled towards Fitran with a speed that defied the laws of time and space, slicing through the void as if no barriers could withstand their onslaught. Each attack bore an overwhelming potency, capable of obliterating memories, shaking the very essence of bodies, and even siphoning the lifeblood from all that breathed.
Fitran, though gravely injured, stood resolute, unwilling to yield even a fraction. His eyes shimmered like distant stars, cutting through the palpable darkness that sought to engulf him. With every remaining ounce of strength, he could sense it—the cosmic energy still pulsating within his soul, a dwindling beacon of hope amid the encroaching despair. Yet Malakothies showed no mercy. Every fierce attack he unleashed not only cracked the very fabric of space around him but also exuded an ominous presence that compelled Fitran to cry out, "Kaminari no ikari!" (The Wrath of Thunder!). With a fluid grace, Malakothies gathered a crackling surge of electrical power in his hands, channeling the volatile energy that burst forth in terrifying flashes, raining down upon Fitran like a lightning storm. The air vibrated with a bone-chilling "ZAAAAAP!" as if the very essence of nature responded in kind to that destructive force.
Instantly, Fitran reacted, unwavering in the face of the onslaught. He raised both hands toward the brooding sky, his voice rising above the chaos as he proclaimed, "Kaji shizuka no mizu!" (Calm Water!). With a deft and graceful flourish, he summoned water from the very air around him, gathering glistening droplets that transformed into a translucent shield designed to protect him. In a swift motion, the water enveloped him, reacting to Malakothies' electrical assault with a thunderous "SPLASH!" that reverberated through the stillness of the universe, thwarting the flames that threatened to obliterate his existence.