☀️Eternal Blossom🌑 Yandere Sun Wukong & Macaque

Chapter 6: Cracks of War

The battle was raging across the Celestial Realm, the air filled with the smell of blood, sweat, and scorched earth. Y/N and Macaque faced off in a deadly dance, their weapons clashing with ferocity that lit up the darkened sky. His dark smoke tendrils swirled around her, but Y/N was relentless, her axe cleaving through the thick smog like a knife through butter.

Macaque was fast, his moves as slippery as the shadows he commanded. But Y/N's fury had made her faster. She could feel the adrenaline surging through her body, dulling the pain of her fractured core. The crack in her arm pulsed with each swing of her axe, but she ignored it. There was no room for weakness. Not now.

Macaque ducked low and lunged forward, grabbing her arm with a vice-like grip, his fingers digging into her skin. His sharp, mocking grin flashed as he attempted to twist her arm out of its socket. The pain was immediate and searing, shooting up her arm like fire. She gritted her teeth, refusing to scream, her free hand instinctively tightening around her axe.

"You think you can win, princess?" Macaque sneered, his voice a low growl. "I could tear you apart right now if I wanted to."

Without hesitation, Y/N swung her axe upward with all her strength. The blade met Macaque's chest, slicing through his armor and flesh in one clean motion. Blood sprayed from the deep gash across his torso, staining the air as it splattered across her armor. He gasped in shock, the smug grin wiped off his face as he staggered back, clutching his bleeding chest.

Before he could recover, Y/N kicked him square in the stomach, her boot connecting with a satisfying crunch. The force of the kick sent Macaque hurtling downward, crashing through the skies and plummeting back to Earth, far away from the Celestial Realm. The sound of his body slamming into the ground echoed like thunder.

Y/N stood above the battlefield, panting, her arm still throbbing with pain. She could feel the cracks spreading, the fracture in her diamond core growing worse with each passing second. But there was no time to focus on herself.

Wukong, who had been battling Erlang Shen nearby, saw Macaque fall. For the first time during the battle, a look of worry flashed across his face. It was enough of a distraction. Erlang Shen seized the moment, his spear glowing with celestial energy as he thrust it toward Wukong.

The spear pierced through Wukong's side, blood spilling from the wound as it tore through his flesh. Wukong grunted in pain but quickly shifted his weight, pulling his body forward so that the spear could slide out. The wound closed almost as quickly as it had been made, thanks to his immortality, but the damage was done.

Wukong took a step back, his eyes flickering between Erlang Shen and the distant form of Macaque. "This isn't over," he growled, his voice dark and filled with barely restrained rage. "I'll come back. And next time, I'll win for sure."

With that, Wukong called for the retreat. The remaining members of the Brotherhood, battered and bloodied, began to pull back, disappearing into the clouds below. Wukong glanced one last time at Y/N, his eyes burning with a dangerous mix of admiration and fury. She had surprised him today. But next time, he would be ready.

As the sky cleared, the battle was finally over.

Y/N let out a heavy sigh, the weight of the battle crashing down on her all at once. Her arm hung at her side, the cracks on her skin visibly spreading from where Macaque had tried to tear it from her body. Each fracture sent tiny pulses of pain radiating through her, reminding her just how close she had come to breaking completely.

Erlang Shen approached her, his spear still glowing faintly. His sharp gaze softened as he noticed the state of her arm. "Y/N," he said, concern evident in his voice. "You're hurt. We need to get you healed immediately."

Nezha joined them, his face streaked with dirt and blood but still wearing that signature, youthful grin. "That was insane," he breathed, looking over at the carnage they had wrought together. "You did great, Y/N. But he's right. You don't look too good."

Y/N shook her head, exhaustion washing over her. "I'm fine," she said, her voice steady despite the pain. "Just... tired. I need to rest."

Her eyes scanned the battlefield, seeing the fallen bodies of the Brotherhood littering the ground. Among them, Golden Peng's lifeless form lay where she had decapitated him, his head separated from his body in a pool of dark blood. She swallowed the guilt that gnawed at her insides. It was necessary. They had brought this upon themselves.

Nezha gave her a nod, understanding the weight of her words. "Yeah, we all need rest. But you... you definitely need to get that arm checked."

Y/N glanced at her arm, the cracks glimmering faintly under the light. She knew they needed immediate attention. The damage was worse than she had let on, but admitting it felt like conceding defeat, and she wasn't ready for that.

Erlang Shen moved closer, his hand resting gently on her shoulder. "Let's get you healed," he said, his voice soft but firm. "You've done enough for today. Let the Celestial doctors take care of the rest."

For once, Y/N didn't argue. The adrenaline that had fueled her through the battle was fading fast, and the pain was beginning to set in fully. Her head still throbbed from Wukong's earlier strike, and the cracks in her core pulsed with each step she took.

As they began to make their way back to the Celestial Palace, Y/N allowed herself a moment to breathe. The battle was over for now, but she knew this was far from the end. Wukong would return, and the next battle would be even fiercer.

But for now, she had earned her rest.

To be continued...