Roz

That's Not Roz...

Jake arrived at the edge of the battlefield, his motorcycle skidding to a halt. The scene before him was something out of a nightmare—craters marred the streets, and wreckage lay strewn across the once-bustling city.

Heart pounding, Jake cautiously made his way forward, weaving through the debris. The ground was littered with shattered glass, twisted metal, and chunks of concrete. He found a partially collapsed wall and crouched behind it, peering out to watch the unfolding chaos.

In the distance, he could see Roz and Ezequiel, standing in the middle of the ruined street. They were both battered and bloodied, but their resolve was unwavering. Across from them, Mizzonith loomed like a dark storm, his immense form radiating malice and raw power. The Necrolight still crackled with dark energy in his hand, ready to unleash more destruction.

Jake's breath hitched as the ground trembled. The military had arrived in full force. Helicopters circled overhead, and the deafening rumble of tanks echoed through the streets. Soldiers took up positions around the perimeter, and within moments, the sky was lit up with tracer fire and rockets, all aimed at Mizzonith.

Roz and Ezequiel exchanged a quick, tense glance.

"We can't let him destroy the city," Ezequiel said, his voice urgent.

"I know," Roz replied, determination flashing in his eyes. "But if we don't work together, he'll tear us apart."

The military assault on Mizzonith began in earnest. Tanks rolled into position, their massive cannons swivelling to lock onto the towering demon. A volley of missiles screamed through the air, slamming into Mizzonith with earth-shaking force. Explosions erupted around him, sending debris flying in all directions.

For a moment, it seemed like the military had gained the upper hand. Mizzonith was forced back, his massive frame recoiling under the relentless bombardment. But the moment was fleeting. With a roar that reverberated through the city, Mizzonith lashed out, his Necrolight swinging with terrifying speed and precision.

One by one, the military vehicles were torn apart. Tanks crumpled like tin cans under the force of Mizzonith's blows. Helicopters were swatted from the sky, crashing in fiery explosions. The soldiers on the ground barely had time to react before they were swept away by the sheer power of the demon's onslaught.

Amidst the carnage, Roz and Ezequiel knew they had no time to waste. They shared a final, determined look before launching themselves at Mizzonith. They moved as one—Roz from the left, Ezequiel from the right—striking with speed and ferocity.

Ezequiel's wings unfurled as he took to the air, using the height to his advantage as he rained down blows on Mizzonith. His fists struck with the force of a battering ram, each impact causing shockwaves that rippled through the battlefield. Mizzonith countered with a swipe of the Necrolight, but Ezequiel was too quick, dodging the lethal weapon with agile precision.

On the ground, Roz attacked with raw, unbridled fury. He closed the distance between himself and Mizzonith in the blink of an eye, his fists a blur as they connected with Mizzonith's massive frame. Each punch was fuelled by a mix of anger and desperation, driving Mizzonith back step by step.

The clash of titans sent shockwaves through the city. Buildings that had withstood the earlier destruction finally crumbled under the strain. The ground cracked and split, swallowing cars and debris as the three beings exchanged blows with devastating power. The sound of their battle echoed through the empty streets, a cacophony of destruction that could be heard for miles.

Jake crouched behind the debris, his heart pounding in his chest. The battle raged on before him, a terrifying display of power he could barely comprehend. But as he watched, something clicked. These beings—Roz, Ezequiel, even Mizzonith—they were all fighting for something bigger, something he was only beginning to understand.