Syphos remained suspended a few inches off the fractured ground, his purple eyes radiating an unholy, telekinetic pressure that made every cubic inch of the air feel like solid concrete.
Jaxen, Rook, and Kylo were losing ground rapidly. The high-stakes hand-to-hand combat had descended into a brutal game of survival, and the three Xenocides were being systematically broken apart by an opponent who didn't even need to touch them to shatter their bones.
Jaxen blurred, forcing his lighting to ignite in a desperate, high-speed zigzag across the ruined platform.
He lunged forward, throwing a furious left hook wrapped in crackling plasma, followed instantly by a spinning back-fist aimed at Syphos's temple. Syphos didn't move his hands. With a simple twitch of his jaw, a concentrated pocket of psychic force erupted right in front of Jaxen's knuckles.
The kinetic rebound was absolute; Jaxen's own momentum was turned back against him, the impact rattling up his arm and sending him crashing face-first into the metal floor plates.
"Get up!" Rook roared, charging from the opposite flank. His hardened steel gauntlets were dented and bleeding raw sparks as he threw a devastating, iron-reinforced straight punch.
Syphos met the attack by simply raising his left palm. The telekinetic field caught Rook's metal fist mid-air, halting it instantly. With a cold, calculated twist of his wrist, Syphos manipulated the psychic vectors around Rook's arms, violently lifting the heavy metal-clad soldier into the air before slamming him down repeatedly against the steel platform like a ragdoll.
The metal armor around Rook's torso cracked and peeled away, exposing his bruised and bleeding chest.
Kylo, watching the systematic slaughter from the perimeter, realized they were entirely outmatched. His breathing was ragged, his vision swimming as his body began to hit its absolute physical limit.
"This is bad ", Kylo thought, his teeth grinding together.
Kylo shoved his hands forward, as he copied syphos evoliths, It was an immense mental strain, forcing his brain to process the complex, heavy neural pathways of a pure psychic elite.
Kylo screamed as blood began to trickle from his left nostril, but his eyes suddenly flared with the exact same deep, pulsing purple luminescence as the Elite's.
Kylo copied his power.
Instantly, Kylo unleashed a massive counter-telekinetic wave, wrapping an invisible psychic grip around Syphos's throat and pulling him down to the ground.
The sudden, unexpected internal pressure broke Syphos's concentration, releasing Rook from the airborne crushing loop.
"Now! Jaxen! Rook!" Kylo choked out, his hands shaking violently as he fought to maintain the stolen psychic grip against its original master. "How does it feel to have a taste of your own medicine"
Jaxen and Rook didn't waste the split second.
Jaxen use he's ultimate move "STATIC OVERLOAD" Rook drew the remaining scrap metal from the courtyard, forming a massive, jagged battering ram around his entire upper body. The two of them closed the gap simultaneously, striking Syphos with a dual, cataclysmic blow right to his chest.
BOOM!
The explosion of lightning and metal warped the center of the platform into a deep crater. But as the smoke parted, Kylo's stolen psychic aura shattered into nothingness. Kylo collapsed to his knees, his evolith completely burning out as his evo-energy. Beside him, Jaxen and Rook were staggering, their bodies trembling, completely drained of their evo-energy.
Syphos stood in the center of the smoking crater. His uniform was torn, and a thin line of dark fluid ran down his chest, but his purple eyes were brighter than ever, distorted by pure, murderous rage.
"Amusing," Syphos hissed, raising both hands as a towering, apocalyptic sphere of highly compressed purple psychic energy materialized above his head, large enough to vaporize the entire sector. "But your energy is spent, humans. Die with your world."
The massive psychic sphere pulsed, ready to detonate and erase them from existence. But right as Syphos was about to blast them, the space directly beside the Elite's head completely fractured.
CRACK!
A violent, jagged distortion array—like a broken computer screen tearing through reality—ignited out of nowhere. Out of the digital-like fracture stepped a young man moving at an impossible, stuttering speed.
He had sharp, handsome features, a heavy silver chain swinging loosely around his neck, and he had a sliver earrings.
It was Zorin Lyx, the cute Vice Captain of the 4th Division.
Utilizing his unique evolith, Zorin bypassed Syphos's personal psychic barrier entirely by phasing through the physical coordinates of the room. He cocked his right fist back, his knuckles surrounded by a shifting, pixelated static aura, and drove a devastating, heavy punch straight into Syphos's jaw.
BANG!
The impact sounded like a detonating flashbang. Syphos's head snapped violently to the side, his massive psychic sphere instantly destabilizing and vanishing into thin air as his body was sent flying horizontally across the courtyard, crashing hard into the wall.
"Man, you guys look like absolute hell," Zorin said smoothly, landing flawlessly on his boots as he adjusted the silver chain on his neck, his earrings clicking softly. He glanced back at Jaxen, Rook, and Kylo with a casual smirk. "Good thing we arrived just in time."
Before Syphos could even scramble out of the rubble, a heavy, rhythmic thud echoed from the corridor entrance. Descending the iron staircase was a towering, imposing figure who carried an aura of absolute, unyielding authority.
It was Zarek Solis, the legendary Captain of the 4th Division.
Zarek was a mountain of a man, his cold eyes fixed onto the rising Elite. Resting easily over his broad shoulder was a giant, terrifyingly massive executioner's buster weapon, its dark steel blade
Which looked wired for a blade.
Walking silently in a perfect line behind the Captain were five elite members of his division. At the front stood Jinn, , followed closely by Fred, who was calmly adjusting his gauntlets. Beside them stood their three squad mates: Vane, slax, and Dax. The five soldiers immediately spread out into a wide defensive perimeter around the exhausted trio of Jaxen, Rook, and Kylo.
Syphos burst out from the wall rubble, his face contorted in absolute madness as his psychic aura flared to its absolute maximum, lifting dozens of heavy iron pillars into the air. "I will crush all of you! Every single—"
Zarek Solis didn't let him finish. He didn't even yell. He simply took a single, calm step forward and swung his giant weapon through the open air in a slow, deliberate arc.
The giant blade never physically touched Syphos's body across the distance, but the moment the swing completed, an invisible, flawless severing line cut straight through the Elite's waist. Syphos's eyes instantly went dull, his speech cutting off mid-sentence as his torso slid perfectly clean off his legs, his massive psychic constructs dropping instantly to the ground with a series of heavy thuds. The Malkor Elite was completely defeated in a single, unmissable stroke.
Zarek sheathed his giant weapon over his back with a heavy metallic click, turning his gaze toward his squad. "Ok secure the space ship"
"On it, Captain," Zorin replied,
Within twenty minutes, the 4th Division, alongside the recovered trio, secured the syphos space ship.
"Fred, hotwire the main control deck," Zorin ordered,. "Jinn, check the lower cargo bays for operational data."
As the squad cleared the inner corridors of the massive spaceship, Jinn slammed his palm against a heavy security lock cylinder near the lower decks. The pneumatic door slid open, revealing an immense, sprawling holding block that ran the entire length of the ship's underbelly.
Inside the freezing, grid-locked cells were rows of captured fighters. As the lights flickered on, Jaxen's eyes widened.
Found among the cells were about 100+ other Xenocides who had been captured, but where just waking up from syphos hypnosis and also dozens of another alien race where freed
The 4th Division moved systematically through the block, breaking the suppression cuffs and freeing some prisoners one by one. The newly rescued Xenocides, though weak and drained, cheered as they recognized Captain Zarek's towering silhouette at the entrance of the bay.
With over a hundred freed soldiers now filling the decks and reinforcing their numbers, the stolen space ship primary engines roared to life, casting a bright blue exhaust glow across the hangar as it prepared to lift off into the upper atmosphere to join the final push against the King.