The city trembled beneath the fury of war. Smoke choked the skies, fire devoured the streets, and buildings crumbled as the clash between good and evil unfolded with unrelenting force.
On the frontlines, Vilex moved like a phantom of precision. Arrows flew from his bow with flawless accuracy, each one finding its mark in the heart of the invading beasts. His sharp eyes scanned the battlefield, calculating every threat. Even as the tide surged around him, he engaged in brutal hand-to-hand combat with feral creatures—proving exactly why he was the team leader. He wasn't just commanding… he was fighting, every bit the warrior his squad needed.
Elsewhere, Frost manifested twin blades of pure ice, each one shimmering with lethal cold. He carved through the stampede of cloned gorillas—clean, calculated, unstoppable. With the path cleared, he turned to the enemy commander himself—Sultan.
"There's no escaping for you," Frost said coldly, locking eyes with the floating menace. "'Cause… you're going down."
Raising both hands, Frost summoned a towering wave of water from a nearby source, swirling it high in the sky. The wave crashed downward, transforming into razor-sharp icicles midair. Sultan barely reacted in time, erecting a translucent forcefield—but one shard pierced through, stabbing into his shoulder. He grunted.
"That's just one of many to come," Frost warned.
Sultan only laughed—a deep, echoing laugh.
Meanwhile, Mega Panther locked eyes with Skull, ready to strike—until Dark Flame stepped in, fire dancing in his palms.
"I'll handle him," Dark Flame said with a confident smirk. "Explosion versus flame, huh? Sounds fair to me."
Mega Panther nodded and charged ahead. His next target: Wukong.
"Come out and face me, monkey!" he roared. "This is a jungle fight now!"
Wukong grinned, twirling his staff. "This monkey is ready for anything, kitty."
With a thunderous leap, Mega Panther ripped a light pole from the street and swung it like a bat. Wukong blocked with his staff—sparks flew as steel met steel. The two launched into a brutal exchange of punches, dodges, and kicks—both agile, both unrelenting.
Mega Panther finally caught Wukong's fist, twisted, and hurled him into a building. The structure caved in on impact. But before the dust could settle, Wukong launched himself back out, hurling his staff like a missile. It struck Mega Panther square in the chest, sending him crashing across the street.
Coughing through the rubble, Mega Panther stood. He caught the returning staff mid-air—and hurled it back.
"Time for the predator to hunt his prey," he growled, dropping into a low panther stance.
"I should clone myself and end this quick," Wukong mused, cracking his knuckles.
"Don't hold back," Mega Panther snarled. "The more, the merrier."
Wukong grinned. "Nah. Let's keep this fair."
The two launched toward each other again—beast versus beast.
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Across the battlefield, another confrontation brewed.
Sage stood tall, his cloak billowing in the wind, arcane lights swirling around him like a living aura.
Opposite him, Sun hovered just above the ground, calm and unbothered, with portals spinning behind him like celestial gears.
The wind stilled. The chaos around them quieted.
This was no ordinary duel.
This... was sorcery against the wrath of radiant portals.
And it was just about to begin.