Salomé and Sally ran through the devastated alleys, dodging debris, chaos, and distant screams. The air still vibrated with the rumblings of battles. The two young girls did not stop. One thought only: find Bakuran.
They finally reached the house. The door was ajar. They pushed it open.
— Bakuran! shouted Salomé.
No answer. But light emanated from the back room. They rushed there.
There, in a blue-violet halo, a magical sphere floated in the center of the room. Around it, Bakuran and Amu, their mother, silently watched the news broadcast inside.
A solemn and tense voice came from the sphere:
"...the authorities confirm that thousands of mutants have been detected moving en masse towards the South. The army is already on site, but the front lines are reportedly struggling. Losses are heavy, and civilians are called for immediate evacuation..."
Images floated inside the orb: mutants, organized, marching in columns, perfectly synchronized. Some even brandished some kind of black spears. Their skin gleamed with a toxic gray. Soldiers of chaos.
Amu, her face hard but worried, whispered:
— This is not an ordinary attack... They advance like an army. This is no coincidence. Someone is controlling them.
Bakuran clenched his fists, eyes fixed on the images.
Sally did not wait. She grabbed Bakuran by the arm.
— Come on, get up, strategist! We need you.
Salomé added, her throat tight:
— We think the Eradication plan has started. And this mutant invasion... It's just a facade.
Bakuran straightened up suddenly.
— What? That plan was still a rumor... We never knew if it was real or just an abandoned project!
Sally, her gaze dark:
— Well now, it smells real. And it's not a dream. We saw it with our own eyes. Waves of mutants, everywhere. Civilians massacred. An organized attack.
Bakuran looked away from the sphere, deeply troubled:
— If it really is the Eradication plan... then we are only at the beginning. And everything we've known risks collapsing.
A long silence settled.
Salomé lowered her head, her fists trembling.
— They want to erase us... completely.
Bakuran inhaled slowly. His eyes lit up with a determined gleam.
— Then we have no choice. We will need reinforcements. People capable of changing the game.
He turned to Sally and Salomé.
— Heading to city C. I have an idea.
WOSHH!!
The battle raged on a planet already in full disintegration. Sakolomé darted in all directions, dodging colossal attacks from the three F-Kgods relentlessly pursuing him.
With a leap, he distanced himself from the battlefield.
Sakolomé (quietly): Perfect...
He landed on a relatively stable surface, placed his hands flat on the ground, and infused it with his soul energy. Immediately, the earth trembled beneath his fingers.
A gigantic mass of earth began to shake, then rise on the horizon. Like a titanic wave, a tide of rock and dust surged toward the F-Kgods at monstrous speed, ready to crush them like ants.
The wave was at least nine times their size, a moving mountain. Yet, none of the three giants retreated. One simply raised his arm, and with a breath of pure energy, reduced the entire earth mass into a devastating explosion.
BOOOOMM!!!
In the chaos, blocks of rock fell, heavy and slow like meteors. Taking advantage of this suspended moment, Sakolomé leapt from debris to debris, slipping between the shards of the cataclysm. He was getting closer.
Killer Punch!
He appeared like lightning on the F-Kgod who had dissipated his wave, his fist already launched. The giant, surprised, tried to cross his arms to protect himself.
DAAAAMMMM!!!
Too late. The impact was of rare violence. The colossus's arms gave way under the force of the blow. He was thrown backward, crashing against the ground and sliding for several kilometers, digging a trail of craters in his fall.
But Sakolomé had no time to savor his victory. Still in the air, another F-Kgod appeared before him, just as gigantic, his face incandescent with rage. He raised his arm and struck.
BAAAMMM!!!
The shock made the planet tremble. The ground cracked, and Sakolomé was engulfed in a cloud of smoke and debris. A moment of silence...
Then a red flash pierced the fog.
Sakolomé (determined): Stealth strike... Killer Punch!!!
His clenched fist released a reddish vapor, like boiling blood. He leapt at lightning speed and struck the F-Kgod full force.
The titan was ripped from the atmosphere, thrown out of the planet at dizzying speed.
Sakolomé descended slowly to the ground, breathing heavily but his mind still focused. He landed firmly, his two feet anchoring into the rock.
Sakolomé: Just one more...
Crack.
A sinister noise echoed beneath his feet. His eyes widened.
Sakolomé: What the...?
He had no time to finish his sentence. The ground exploded beneath him. A colossal F-Kgod emerged from the subsoil itself, breaking mountains and plains as it ascended. With a brutal movement, it sent Sakolomé flying through the air...
And this time, it was he who was expelled from the planet.
Sakolomé drifted in space, his body slowly spinning from the titanic blow he had just suffered. The shock had propelled him so violently that he was cutting through the universe like a falling comet.
But he pulled himself together. His muscles tensed, his breath stabilized. He turned his gaze toward the distant planet from which he had been expelled.
His eyes widened.
Sakolomé (to himself): How...? How could this monster hide under the earth without altering a single patch of the surface? It was... perfect.
He had no time to elaborate. Caught in his uncontrolled trajectory, he crashed violently against a mountain. The impact was so brutal that it left a gaping crater. He slowly got up, shook his head to regain his senses.
Sakolomé (perplexed): Wait... Where am I? Another planet?
He rose into the air for an overview. And what he saw froze him in place.
Sakolomé (stunned): What? It's... the same planet. The one where I was fighting the F-Kgod...
The horizon was still as ravaged. The sky pitch black, streaked with energy fissures. The charred earth split open in places, replaced by rivers of glowing lava.
Sakolomé (whispering): This is insane. When that F-Kgod hit me, I was thrown to the opposite side... I saw him moving away as I drifted. And yet... I came back on it?
Is this an illusion? A distortion?
He had no time to solve the mystery. The three F-Kgods reappeared on the horizon, approaching him like marching mountains. Unshakable. Relentless.
Sakolomé (gritting his teeth): Damn... I don't understand anymore. Could it be... a manipulation of reality?
The titans stood before him again. He, a tiny flame of will against three giants of shadow and energy.
And yet, he smiled.
Sakolomé (in a defiant tone): No matter your tricks... I'm going to kick all your asses.
But without warning, the F-Kgods moved. Their bodies approached, overlapped... and a blinding light burst forth.
Sakolomé (squinting): What the hell are you doing...?
The light grew in intensity, vibrant, almost painful. Then, nothing.
Before him stood a single being. A fused F-Kgod, of indescribable stature. He was colossal. Three times taller than each of his predecessors. His head seemed to pierce the very atmosphere, a god standing against the sky.
Sakolomé remained silent for a moment, observing the creature. Then, he sighed.
Sakolomé (calm and determined): You were right to fuse. Separately... you were far too weak.