Dark's Pre Crisis

Arc2- An Autograph From Death To Sukojo. Pt2

Kenzo stood amidst the smoking ruins of Tier's house, his eyes gleaming with amusement. Dark, Leona, Tier, and Cron struggled to rise from the ground, the shock of the explosion still rippling through their bodies. Dust filled the air, and the once-familiar home was now nothing but rubble.

Kenzo: (mocking) Come on, Gilmuar, is this the best you can do? Still trying to protect your little friends? Pathetic.

Gilmuar's barrier flickered and cracked, barely holding under the pressure of Kenzo's overwhelming aura. His breath came in ragged gasps, his muscles trembling from the strain.

Gilmuar: (thinking) His power... it's nothing like before. I can barely stand, and he hasn't even broken a sweat.

Kenzo took a step forward, his dark energy swirling around him like a storm. The ground trembled beneath his feet, and the air itself seemed to warp in his presence. He raised his hand once more, his fingers curling as energy crackled between them.

Kenzo: (calmly) You're always trying to save someone, Gilmuar. But in the end, what have you ever saved? Nothing.

Gilmuar's eyes flickered with fear and defiance, but deep down, he knew Kenzo was right. He had no chance in beating his older brother that has lived for eons.

Kenzo: (smirking) You were always the weak one. Always hiding behind your ideals. But ideals don't matter in the face of real power. And now... I'll show you what true power looks like.

Kenzo's hand glowed with dark energy, ready to unleash another devastating attack. But before he could, something shifted in his expression. He glanced at Dark and the others, a glint of curiosity flashing in his eyes.

Kenzo: (darkly amused) Oh? Who are these... friends of yours, Gilmuar? I didn't know you'd stoop to protecting such weaklings.

Gilmuar's eyes widened as Kenzo's gaze fell upon Dark. His heart raced with panic.

Gilmuar: (desperate) No! Stay away from them!

Kenzo chuckled, his hand dropping as he began to walk toward Dark, who was struggling to his feet. The air around Kenzo grew heavier with each step, the weight of his presence crushing down on everyone.

Dark: (thinking) His power.....

Dark: (thinking) on a completely different level....

Dark: (thinking) I have to keep them safe... Besides Cron, who's unconscious right now, I'm the strongest one here. Leona and Tier are helpless, and Gilmuar is already reaching his limit... Damn it...

Dark's body ached with the aftermath of Kenzo's earlier attack. His muscles screamed in protest, and the wounds across his body throbbed painfully. His vision blurred, but through the haze of pain, he could feel something deep within him stirring, a force waking up—a part of him he hadn't tapped into in a long time.

Kenzo: (smirking) Let's see what you've got, Dark. You won't last long.

Kenzo raised his hand, summoning dark energy that crackled violently around him like an impending storm. The air itself seemed to warp and distort under his power, bending reality as if it were nothing. He smiled darkly, watching Dark with predatory eyes.

Dark clenched his fists, his breath steadying as he felt the familiar weight of his weapon materializing at his side. But this time, it wasn't the usual Kyuketsu—the dark katana he'd wielded for so long. This time, it was something far more powerful, far more primal. The katana shifted and stretched, growing into something monstrous—a massive greatsword, black as the void itself, with edges that seemed to shimmer with raw, destructive energy.