Turn 15 — Jason Prime
Jason drew and the sky itself quivered as if reacting to the pull of his fingers.
"I activate Card of Sanctity!" he declared.
A blinding pillar of holy radiance erupted upward, carving open the heavens. The light surged across the field, forcing every duelist to shield their eyes.
"We each draw until our hands hold six cards," Jason intoned, voice layered with Ra's light… and Zorc's darkness.
Atem's eyes narrowed as cards filled his grip.
Connor and Odion exchanged tense glances.
Jason Prime simply laughed as his own hand swelled with new potential.
He didn't even hesitate.
"Next… I activate Polymerization."
Raw blue energy spiraled between his fingers, twisting like molten lightning. A swirling vortex opened behind him, sucking the wind inward.
"I fuse Destiny HERO – Celestial and Destiny HERO – Malicious!"
The two HEROes rose from the Graveyard as crimson silhouettes, their forms dissolving into streaks of light that smashed together inside the vortex. The fusion churned violently, glowing with explosive power until—
BOOM!
A crimson-armored figure erupted from the dimensional tear, landing with a thunderous metallic impact. Steam hissed from vents across its body; its armor pulsed like a living reactor.
Jason thrust a hand forward.
"Destiny HERO – Dystopia!"
ATK: 800
Dystopia's eyes blazed red.
"And with Dystopia's effect," Jason continued, "I target Celestial in my Graveyard… and inflict damage equal to its attack!"
Celestial's ghostly silhouette flashed behind Dystopia before exploding outward in a shockwave of radiant energy.
Atem braced—
Atem LP: 2000 → 400
The Pharaoh staggered slightly, cloak whipping in the storm of heat.
Jason wasn't finished.
"I activate Change of Heart," he said, flicking a glowing spell card onto the disk. "Your facedown monster… now answers to me, Atem."
A spectral winged spirit wrapped around Atem's set monster; the card trembled, then slid across the field to Jason's side.
"And now…" Jason's voice deepened, infused with both triumph and malice, "I use Fusion Destiny!"
Dark flames erupted beneath his feet. Three shadowy HERO silhouettes rose within the inferno, their forms twisting, merging, screaming into a vortex of destiny-bound power.
"From the depths of fate itself—
I Fusion Summon…"
A massive figure stepped from the flames, cape billowing like a living shadow.
"Destiny HERO – Dominance!"
ATK: 900
Its armor gleamed obsidian, its presence warping the air with ruthless authority.
But Connor wasn't silent.
"I activate Waboku!" he shouted, raising his trap. Three priestesses appeared, their protective aura forming a barrier that softened the incoming dread.
Jason's lip twitched—annoyed, but unbroken.
"Now," he said softly, "my second ace arrives."
He raised his hand slowly… ritualistically.
"I tribute three monsters—
Dystopia…
Dominance…
and your stolen facedown, Pharaoh."
A deep rumble started beneath the arena, vibrating through stone and soul alike.
The air behind Jason warped… folded… collapsed into a perfectly smooth black sphere.
Featureless.
Lightless.
A hole in reality itself.
The sound around them died entirely.
Jason's voice dropped to a whisper that still echoed like a god's roar:
"Behold—The Wicked Avatar."
The sphere drifted forward, distorting the battlefield with gravitational pressure. Even Slifer recoiled, crackling uneasily. The Avatar's presence devoured light, sound, even the concept of form.
Its holographic attack display lit—
ATK = 7200
(Always 100 more than the highest on the field.)
Connor swallowed hard.
Odion murmured a prayer under his breath. Atem's eyes tightened, measuring the threat with utmost seriousness.
"Now," Jason declared, arms spread in victorious proclamation, "I wield two gods."
He gestured behind him.
"Ra… the sun incarnate."
He pointed to the Avatar.
"And the Wicked Avatar… the cosmic void."
Zorc's shadow coiled around him, merging with Ra's flickering golden essence—divine and demonic power wrestling inside his aura.
Jason lowered his hand.
"The turn… passes to you."
Atem's eyes sharpened—but Jason chuckled softly, raising a finger in mock warning.
"You're lucky Connor activated Waboku to protect your monsters."
His tone dripped with false sympathy.
"And lucky it prevented you from taking any battle damage this turn."
Jason's expression shifted from mocking… to predatory.
"But that little blessing," he said, voice dipping into a darker register,
"comes with a curse."
He swept his coat aside as Wicked Avatar drifted forward, its gravitational field bending even the holograms around it.
"Because for the next two turns, none of you will be using trap cards or spell cards due to the wicked avatar effect."
Turn 17 — Clone B
Void-Eyed Jason moved like a being no longer bound by mortal rhythm—slow, deliberate, and chillingly calm.
He drew his next card, and for a heartbeat the shadows behind him flickered like a dying star. His eyes, now reflecting the infinite black of the Wicked Avatar, stared straight through Atem—not at his body, but at his very existence.
"Dogma…" Jason whispered, voice thin as a razor's edge.
"Wipe out the rest of the Pharaoh's Life Points."
Dogma—still trembling beneath the oppressive weight of Slifer and the remaining gods—lurched forward. Its armor cracked with the strain, but its fist ignited with brutal violet flame, driven by Jason's will alone. The monstrous HERO crossed the battlefield in a single, devastating burst of speed.
The blast struck.
Atem LP: 400
"Atem!" Connor shouted, reaching out instinctively.
Odion stepped forward, eyes widening in rare panic.
Jason Prime laughed softly.
"Checkmate, Pharaoh."
A small, familiar voice cried out.
"Kuriii—boh!"
Atem's eyes widened.
"No… not yet—!"
He threw his arm forward instinctively, Duel Disk flaring to life.
"I discard Kuriboh from my hand!"
Golden light burst open in front of him.
Kuriboh materialized midair, tiny wings fluttering furiously as it threw itself between Atem and the incoming devastation. The creature's round body glowed brighter and brighter, absorbing the full force of the attack.
The explosion hit.
The battlefield vanished in white.
Shockwaves tore outward, cracking pillars, sending debris screaming into the void. Jason shielded his eyes, teeth clenched as the blast consumed everything in its path.
For a heartbeat, it looked like Atem was gone.
Then the light faded.
Kuriboh floated weakly in the air, singed and trembling, smoke rising gently from its fur. It gave one last strained squeak before dissolving into motes of light.
Jason straightened his coat, brushing imaginary dust from his sleeve as if the interruption had merely delayed an inevitable result.
"You think that stalling will save you?" he asked smoothly, voice dripping with condescension. "That throwing disposable creatures in front of my attacks changes the outcome?"
His eyes gleamed as he gestured casually toward his field, where divine silhouettes loomed—radiant, oppressive, unquestionable.
"You have nothing," Jason continued, his smile sharpening, "nothing in that deck or in that frail body of yours that can destroy my god cards."
He leaned forward slightly, gaze locking onto Atem with predatory focus.
"All you're doing is postponing the moment you lose."
Turn 18 — Connor
Connor drew his next card, sliding it from the deck with a sharp flick of his wrist. His eyes scanned it only once before a confident grin spread across his face.
"My move, Jason."
He slapped a monster onto his Duel Disk.
"I Normal Summon Breaker the Magical Warrior!"
ATK: 1900
Breaker materialized with a crackle of red arcane energy, cape whipping behind him as his staff glowed with the sigil that marked his spellcounter.
"And now," Connor continued, voice steady but edged with vengeance, "Breaker's effect activates. He gains a Spell Counter… and I use it to destroy your set card."
ATK: 1900-300=1600
Breaker raised his staff, firing a blazing arc of magic at the Jason Clone's facedown.
The card shattered violently.
"A Mirror Force…" Connor said with satisfaction. "Good thing I didn't attack blindly."
Jason Prime's smile twitched—subtle, but unmistakable.
The loss of that trap tightened his expression like a fracture in the mask of his confidence.
Connor wasn't done.
He pointed sharply at the Clone Jason across the field.
"Black Luster Soldier – Envoy of the Beginning… attack Destiny HERO – Dogma!"
The Envoy surged forward, blade igniting in holy-black light. Dogma barely had time to brace before the sacred warrior sliced straight through its chest, splitting the HERO in a flash of destructive brilliance.
Dogma let out a distorted cry before shattering.
Jason Clone froze.
And Connor's smirk widened.
"And you know exactly what that means…"
He raised a hand dramatically.
"Envoy's effect activates! When he destroys a monster by battle—
he can attack again!"
Black Luster Soldier moved like a comet streaking across the battlefield, cleaving toward the weakened Jason Clone with merciless precision.
"Wipe out the rest of his Life Points!"
The second strike landed with a thunderous crack, the shockwave sending dust and debris spiraling across the arena. The Clone's Life Points hit zero instantly—his form glitching, destabilizing and then vanishing into a burst of static.
Connor exhaled sharply, then turned toward Odion.
"You're up," he said. "Finish Jason off."
"I end my turn," Connor said.
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