We zoom in on an Earth-sized world where one of the most destructive clashes in history is about to unfold. Possessing a fragile ecosystem and a few sparse life forms, this planet is suddenly shattered by two overwhelming entities.
Rubble flies in every direction; colossal mountain ranges collapse under violent kinetic impacts. Two supreme forces clash across an abandoned planet far beyond the reach of any deity—DANTE and MICTLANTEKUTI.
Strike after brutal strike, DANTE hurls relentless blows with zero restraint. Massive chunks of the planetary crust erupt into space whenever he misses his mark and strikes the surface. MICTLANTEKUTI smirks as he weaves through DANTE's barrage, yet our hero grins back—feeling truly unchained for the very first time. Mid-strike and mid-dodge, their shouts shatter the atmosphere.
MICTLANTEKUTI: (Dodging) Hahaha! You are entertaining, mortal! Don't you love this domain? Here, you are liberated from the shackles of hell! Your true potential flows unrestrained!
DANTE HERALDI: (Attacking relentlessly) Do you think I don't know what you're trying to do...?! (Shattering a massive monolith with a single fist) Hold still, damn it! I know you're just stalling to drain my power, but let me tell you something: we can go at this all day! Hahaha!
MICTLANTEKUTI: (Irritated) This is getting us nowhere, curse you!
MICTLANTEKUTI slams his fist into the ground, halting DANTE's momentum and forcing him to leap backward. A gaping chasm tears through the planet's core from the sheer impact of the strike, causing the whole world to shudder.
DANTE HERALDI: (Staggering) Damn it... we're going to obliterate this whole planet! Where will we end up if we keep this up?!
MICTLANTEKUTI: (Enraged) Foolish mortal! I shall demonstrate what it truly means to be a god!
Plunging into the chasm, MICTLANTEKUTI siphon the remaining vital energy of the planet, causing his physical frame to expand rapidly. A colossal version of MICTLANTEKUTI surges from the fissure—towering as tall as a mountain range. DANTE gazes up in surprise, yet not a single shadow of doubt or fear crosses his face. Confronting the threat head-on, he activates Domination. The half-mask manifests over his mouth, igniting his eyes with a brilliant yellow radiance.
Elevated in agility and power, DANTE unsheathes his katana alongside the Abyssal Sword, driving rapid slashes into the god's giant ankles. Feeling the pain, the towering deity attempts to crush DANTE beneath his foot, but DANTE effortlessly dodges the stomp.
DANTE HERALDI: (In his mind) This idiot made a massive tactical error... He just turned himself into a bigger, easier target.
Evading another crushing stomp, DANTE triggers Wolf Speed, multiplying his velocity and raw output. He notices that stacking these three active powers no longer strains his body as severely as before—silently thanking INTI for fortifying his physical frame to withstand the burden.
Without hesitation, DANTE leaps into the air, sprinting up MICTLANTEKUTI's left arm. Realizing the danger, the giant god reaches over with his right hand to crush him, but DANTE activates Flash Step—now refined through constant battle to allow instant short-range spatial warps up to a thousand meters. Bypassing the crushing grip, he materializes right at the giant god's throat.
Feeling DANTE's presence near his neck, a cold sweat breaks out across MICTLANTEKUTI's brow as he senses a terrifying concentration of energy pooling into the Abyssal Sword. Sheathing his katana, DANTE grips the Abyssal Sword with both hands and activates "Wrath". Without losing a second, he unleashes a devastating "Shadow Slash".
Before the wave of destruction can sever his head, MICTLANTEKUTI collapses his massive frame back to normal size, dropping to the earth drenched in sweat. The residual wave of energy from DANTE's attack is so vast that it dyes the sky of the alien planet in pitch-black shadow.
Descending to the ground, DANTE deactivates Wrath, realizing that stacking a fourth power inflicts internal recoil on his body; thus, he maintains only his active baseline buffs. Landing with heavy force that shatters the surrounding bedrock, DANTE glares with pure malice at MICTLANTEKUTI, who looks back with wounded pride. Pushing himself off the ground, MICTLANTEKUTI glares at him with supreme arrogance.
MICTLANTEKUTI: (Furious) Who do you think you are, mortal...?! You are nothing... yet you dare challenge me?! I curse you! Aaaarrgh!
DANTE merely smirks in satisfaction—he now knows for a fact that a god fears him. MICTLANTEKUTI glares back violently, reading the mortal's thoughts plain as day.
Seething with rage, MICTLANTEKUTI tears open a small spatial rift, drawing out a bizarre, terrifying blade. The hilt is carved from ancient bone, anchored by a miniature human skull at the pommel, while its long metal blade is heavily coated in volcanic obsidian.
MICTLANTEKUTI: (Dead serious) Now you will witness who I truly am... I... I am the GOD OF THE DEAD!
MICTLANTEKUTI lunges forward in a blur. DANTE parries with the Abyssal Sword, but the sheer kinetic force drives him backward, plowing his boots deep into the earth. The duel descends into the very subterranean heart of the planet—destruction erupting on all sides. Bit by bit, the alien world begins to fracture at its seams, while the native creatures flee in absolute panic from the uncertain fate of their collapsing home.
Now, let us return to our other friends, who are locked in their own ferocious battle for survival.
While those two monsters clash and tear apart an innocent planet that had nothing to do with their war, we see REX, ISAMU, MALEKIN, ELENA, and QUETZALCÓATL forming a tight defensive circle. Without losing a single second, MALEKIN raises a shimmering purple barrier around everyone. Outside, countless skeletal warriors rain violent blows against the barrier, while the towering undead generals merely observe from afar.
Safely inside the barrier, our friends exchange final words.
QUETZALCÓATL: Friends, this hybrid transformation of mine will not last indefinitely. Once we step out there, hold nothing back!
ELENA, staff still in hand, nods in agreement before tossing the magical conduit onto the stone floor.
ELENA: He is right... I think it is time I unleash my true potential. I've been waiting for this moment. (A sinister grin spreads across her face)
REX: (Shifting into hybrid form) Hey, Isamu, say something to Elena... she's starting to freak me out!
ISAMU: Steady, Rex. Elena is simply excited—that is all.
MALEKIN: HAHAHAHAHA! It is a true honor fighting by your side, my friends! (Face hardening with deadly intent) Let's slaughter these bastards!
QUETZALCÓATL: Heh. NOW!
MALEKIN shatters his own barrier. Instantly, two colossal serpents manifest, devouring every skeletal warrior in their path. ELENA rises into the air, levitating without her staff as she rains down meteors, roaring fireballs, and freezing blizzards that encase dozens of warriors in ice. REX, in his full hybrid form, snatches a pair of fallen enemy blades and swiftly carves through anything in his sight.
MALEKIN expands his physical size, cloaking his monstrous frame in crackling electricity—using the lightning speed to overcome the natural sluggishness of his giant form.
Meanwhile, ISAMU—channeling his demon's power—blades across the battlefield at blinding speed, leaving a trail of shattered skeletal remains. Materializing directly in front of General TLACPAC, he points his blade and speaks coldly: "You fight me."
Drawing a long obsidian broadsword, TLACPAC engages ISAMU in a fierce clash of steel. Whenever stray skeletal warriors attempt to interfere, ISAMU shreds them mid-combat without ever breaking his exchange with the general.
QUETZALCÓATL, wielding the full wrath of her draconic hybrid form, decimates the horde with ease—until a heavy, devastating blow strikes her out of nowhere, crashing her to the stone floor. It is Tezcatlipoca.
Instantly, the two giant serpents tearing through the arena pivot to crush TEZCATLIPOCA, but the resurrected god leaps into the air, felling both serpents with a single heavy fist to each. Pushing herself off the ground, QUETZALCÓATL roars at her summonings.
QUETZALCÓATL: Girls! Stay out of this! This one is mine!
Rising in pain, the two serpents exchange glances before slithering around QUETZALCÓATL and TEZCATLIPOCA, weaving a massive body-ring perimeter so no stray warriors can interfere in their duel.
QUETZALCÓATL: I see you haven't changed at all, brother...
TEZCATLIPOCA: ...You... Are you QUETZALCÓATL?
QUETZALCÓATL: What's the matter? Don't you recognize your own family?
TEZCATLIPOCA: I do not know you. My QUETZALCÓATL did not possess that power... I am not your brother.
QUETZALCÓATL: (Sorrowful) I know... and that is why I despise that damned God of the Dead even more. He forces me to relive the exact same agony over and over... (A tear rolls down her cheek) The agony of slaying my own brother with my bare hands.
TEZCATLIPOCA's eyes widen in shock, but he has no time to react. In a fraction of a second, a clawed hand pierces clean through his chest—QUETZALCÓATL's hand. She gazes mournfully into her brother's eyes. Coughing blood, TEZCATLIPOCA looks upon her face one last time and smiles softly.
TEZCATLIPOCA: (Blood dripping from his lips) Heh... To think that you and I... would get along in the end... haha. Take care of yourself... brother.
TEZCATLIPOCA's form begins to dissolve into purified ash—the divine legacy of INTI's solar flames purifying his soul. QUETZALCÓATL watches silently as her brother vanishes before her eyes once more. Wiping her tears, she composes herself with quiet resolve: "This is no time for tears."
Uncurling their bodies, the two giant serpents resume their rampage against the skeletal horde.
Nearby, ELENA has gone completely wild, unleashing an apocalyptic tempest of elemental magic in every direction: electricity, roaring fire, freezing ice, gravitational crushing waves, howling wind, and pressurized water. REX stays glued to her flank, effortlessly intercepting any skeletal warriors attempting to reach the airborne mage.
REX: Elena, be careful! Don't be reckless and waste your magic like crazy!
ELENA: Don't worry, Rex... (A malevolent smile spreading across her face) They are the ones who need to be worried about me.
REX: (Nervous) Heh... I think Malekin is calling me!
The second REX creates distance between them, a colossal explosion detonates around ELENA as she begins weaving high-tier explosive magic. REX scrambles away as fast as his legs can carry him.
REX: (In his mind) She reminds me of a certain crazy eye-patch girl I met a long time ago... I really hope she doesn't end up like that, heh.
REX catches up to MALEKIN, who is methodically obliterating rows of skeletal soldiers and jaguar warriors while discharging wild torrents of lightning.
REX: (Embarrassed) Nobody in our group is normal...
REX's internal commentary is interrupted as three looming figures step into his path: the ancient generals Painalli, Chikauak, and Tiacauh, glaring down at him.
CHIKAUAK: Inferior beast! Repent, show proper deference, and perhaps we shall grant you a swift death.
REX: Don't you think you're underestimating me just a little?
PAINALLI: Filthy mutt! We are offering you a courtesy and you refuse to seize it!
TIACAUH: This creature lacks understanding. We shall execute him painfully.
Suddenly, MALEKIN impact-lands right beside REX, accompanied by QUETZALCÓATL.
QUETZALCÓATL: We need to resolve this swiftly. We have the divine blessing of the Sun God on our side!
Exchanging a quick glance, MALEKIN and REX nod in unison. Without warning, REX blurs forward at blinding speed, materializing directly in front of PAINALLI. PAINALLI—renowned as the fastest of the three generals—eyes widen in shock as he fails to even track the movement.
Unleashing a claw strike, the hybrid dog roars: "SUPER SCRATCH!"
MALEKIN and QUETZALCÓATL wince at the goofy technique name, but their expressions harden as PAINALLI is instantly cleaved into diced ribbons of flesh and bone.
MALEKIN: (In his mind) I was planning to tease him about that name, but... I think I'll pass.
CHIKAUAK: Damn it! He was the swift one among us!
QUETZALCÓATL: You shouldn't have time to look away!
QUETZALCÓATL pierces straight through CHIKAUAK's sternum from behind, clenching her fist inside his chest cavity to detonate him into gory fragments. Terrified, TIACAUH stumbles backward—only to collide with a massive wall of muscle. He looks up to see MALEKIN expanding in size above him.
MALEKIN: I don't know if you remember me, but perhaps you'll recognize this fist.
TIACAUH: (Sweating profusely) WAIT—!
MALEKIN brings a thunder-infused, mountain-sized fist crashing down upon TIACAUH. The seismic impact rattles the entire pyramid, cracking the stone floor and swallowing the remaining stray skeletal warriors into the abyss below.
With the generals eliminated, our friends revert to their base forms, collapsing onto the stone floor to catch their breath. Only TLACPAC remained, currently locked in combat with ISAMU, while ELENA continued to decimate the remaining fodder like a localized natural disaster.
REX: (Exhausted) Is anyone going to stop Elena?
QUETZALCOATL lifts his head, watches as ELENA destroys everything like a madwoman, and then lowers his head again.
QUETZALCÓATL: Nah, leave her be. She's just blowing off some steam.
MALEKIN: I get the feeling Isamu is about to wrap things up anyway.
Everyone gets up, sits on the floor, and watches ISAMU fight.
After a fierce exchange of blades, TLACPAC leaves a split-second opening. Capitalizing instantly, ISAMU slides low and severs both of the general's ankles. TLACPAC falls to his knees, staring down at the stone floor with ISAMU positioned behind his back.
Wracked with pain, TLACPAC snaps his head around to face his opponent—only to find the space empty. Glancing forward, he sees ISAMU already walking calmly back toward his resting companions.
TLACPAC: HEY! This isn't over! Why are you walking away?! (Crawling forward on his elbows)
ISAMU: (Continuing his stride) In truth, it was over moments ago. "Secret Technique: Ancient Thousand Cuts."
The moment the words leave ISAMU's lips, the atmosphere warps around TLACPAC as a cold dread settles in his chest. Resigned to his fate, the general collapses onto his stomach, whispering a final breath: "Curse it all..."
In an instant, an invisible storm of thousands of spatial slashes shreds TLACPAC's body to ribbons, dispersing his physical form into falling ash.
Sheathing his blade, ISAMU rejoins his friends, looking on with pure confusion as ELENA relentlessly hunts down a small group of fleeing skeletal warriors who are desperately running for their lives.
ISAMU: Umm... QUETZALCÓATL, don't you think it's time we put a stop to her?
QUETZALCÓATL: Well, I suppose you're right. HEY, GORGEOUS! I THINK YOU'RE OVERDOING IT A BIT NOW!
Upon hearing those words, ELENA snaps out of her battle frenzy. Flustered and blushing, she floats back toward her companions. The few remaining skeletal soldiers exchange glances, breathing a collective sigh of relief as the terrifying witch drifts away—yet their reprieve is short-lived. ISAMU materializes directly behind them, shattering the remaining undead into dust with a single swift motion.
With the threat fully neutralized, QUETZALCÓATL's giant serpents dissolve into divine particles. The party settles down onto the stone floor to recover their strength—unaware that, far off in the shadows, an enigmatic silhouette silently observes their every move.
Meanwhile, our attention turns back to DANTE as his ferocious duel against MICTLANTEKUTI rages on. The catastrophic conflict has brought absolute ruin to the alien world, completely fracturing its planetary core.
Erupting from beneath the planet's crust, the two exhausted combatants create distance, catching their breath as they lock eyes. All around them, the world quakes violently as ancient volcanoes ignite across the darkening sky.
DANTE HERALDI: (In his mind) Damn it... I need to finish this right now. I have no idea how much time has passed back in that underworld!
MICTLANTEKUTI: Hahahahaha! You're worried about your little friends, aren't you? Heh... You ought to be worrying about yourself! This is getting... EXTREMELY ENTERTAINING!
MICTLANTEKUTI drops into a feral combat stance. DANTE mirrors his opponent, locking his grip on his blades.
How will this legendary clash reach its conclusion? What temporal anomalies await them across realms? And who is the mysterious shadow watching our companions from afar? Everything shall be revealed very soon!