The battlefield began to fade, and the walls and debris disintegrated like mist in the wind. The shift from chaos to calm felt abrupt, but Y/n stood firm, her heart still racing, her body trembling from the surge of power she had just unleashed. Around her, the world of Mortal Kombat morphed back into its strange, ever-changing reality. But something felt different. The air was heavier, as though the weight of the power she had drawn from both light and dark had left a mark, not only mentally, but physically too, as her hands are beginning to scar over due to the intensity of the fire, the lightning, the decaying etc.
Raiden stood at her side, his eyes watching her with concern, though his expression remained stoic. “You have fought well, Y/n. But there is something troubling you.”
Y/n looked down at her hands, the tingling of the collective powers still vibrating beneath her skin—the powers of both light and dark—swirled within her, unsettled. The dark powers felt almost suffocating, more chaotic, like a storm brewing inside her. And the whispers—silent before—were growing louder.
“I don’t know if I can control it,” Y/n admitted, her voice quiet, though the doubt in it was clear. “the dark powers I have… they’re powerful, but they feel wrong. It’s like they want to take over.”
Raiden’s eyes glowed with understanding. “That is the danger of wielding powers born of darkness. They come with temptation, with a desire to consume and corrupt.”
Y/n clenched her fists, feeling the weight of the dark powers stir inside her, particularly the one that causes decay and ruin. How close had she come to letting it spiral out of control? She had used it to stop her enemies, but it could just as easily destroy the ones she cared about.
Before Raiden could say more, the ground beneath them trembled again. But this wasn’t the same chaotic battlefield as before. The tremors felt… wrong... unnatural. The world around them shimmered and distorted as if reality itself was breaking apart.
Raiden’s expression darkened. “Something is coming.”
Suddenly, the sky above them cracked, and from the tear in reality, a figure descended. His face was obscured by shadow, but Y/n recognized the energy that radiated from him—malice, cruelty, and chaos. It was unmistakable.
Shao Kahn.
The Emperor of Outworld landed with a thundering crash, his massive warhammer slung over his shoulder, his towering presence demanding attention. The arena fell silent, and for a moment, even Raiden seemed on edge.
Shao Kahn’s eyes burned with contempt as he looked down at Y/n. “So, this is the one who dares disrupt my plans? A child who is wielding borrowed powers, no better than a fool playing at war.”
Y/n felt the surge of adrenaline once more, but this time, it was different. The dark powers inside her stirred, reacting to Shao Kahn’s presence like predators drawn to blood. She took a step back, but Raiden placed a hand on her shoulder, steadying her.
“Do not let fear control you, Y/n,” Raiden said firmly. “Your strength comes not just from the powers you wield but from your heart. Remember why you fight.”
Shao Kahn’s laugh boomed across the arena. “Heart? Strength comes from domination, from crushing your enemies beneath your heel. That is the only true power.”
The ground beneath Y/n cracked again, but this time, it wasn’t from an enemy’s attack. It was from her own struggle. The powers inside her—both light and dark—raged like a storm, battling for control. While they all surged with strength, the dark powers whispered destruction and clawed at her mind, urging her to break everything down and rebuild it in her image.
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The Game
FanfictionY/n was ready to play her favourite game MK11 on her PS4 console, when her game hasn't turned on, a blue light flashed repeatedly on the controller. Curious about the action, she clicked on the button that turned on the PlayStation and somehow got s...
