Rise of Yahunyens: Origin

Episode 33: Starfalls!! The War Is Over!

At the same time when Griswa departures from the battlefield to fight the monster:

"That guy..." Fheniz muttered, shaking his head with a mixture of admiration and exasperation. "Always full of surprises. But I have something up my sleeve too."

As Griswa soared towards the colossal monster, Fheniz took charge of the battlefield. The enemy troops surged forward defying the common sense that they should run away instead, but pity it was that the beasts didn't have brains. "Elemental Commanding: Paragliding Dynamite!" His voice echoed like thunder, resonating across the vast battlefield.

The ground beneath Fheniz began to tremble, the immense plateaus that were the nearest to him in the vast expanded battlefield, cracked and broke into enormous chunks. These massive landmasses, each the size of a small city, floated upward as if gravity itself had surrendered to Fheniz's will. He focused intently, even as he dispatched enemies with swift, precise martial arts moves as he was in the middle of fighting and simultaneously commanding. His hands and legs moved in a blur, a whirlwind of basic and advanced techniques that left a trail of fallen foes in his wake.

The floating chunks of the plateaus reached an altitude and then began to glide forward, casting ominous shadows over the battlefield. Fheniz manipulated their trajectory with ease, spreading them out over the enemy troops near him and towards the areas Griswa had cleared earlier, but were filled again with other enemy troops. The chunks hovered ominously, suspended in the air like the calm before a storm.

"Fire Snap!" Fheniz snapped his fingers with a sharp, decisive motion. Flames erupted from the floating chunks, igniting them into blazing fireballs. The spectacle was both awe-inspiring and goosebumps giving. The fiery orbs rained down upon the enemies, but that wasn't the end. Each one blasted upon impact with the ground! The battlefield was a canvas, and Fheniz painted it with explosions—Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!—each blast sending shockwaves through the ranks of their foes, far beyond the scope of ordinary dynamite.

"This won't do," Fheniz muttered, surveying the battlefield. "It wasn't enough. I have to cover Griswa's side too."

With a determined gleam in his eyes, Fheniz prepared his next move. He had already set the stage and was waiting to grab more energy. "Fire Commanding: Snap!" He snapped his fingers again, and the ground itself seemed to obey his command. Two massive explosions erupted as if hidden landmines had been triggered. The first explosion ripped through the enemies near him, while the second tore through the ranks on Griswa's side.

The explosions were cataclysmic. The ground erupted in a fury of red flames, a supernova of destruction that painted the battlefield in a gradient of fiery death. The flames roared across the battlefield, covering an area of 400,000 square kilometers in total that explained the scale of the blasts.

Yet, even this display of power wasn't enough. The other enemy forces continued to press forward. Fheniz knew he needed to unleash another ultimate move. He flew back, distancing himself from the approaching enemies. He landed gracefully, his feet touching the ground with a soft thud as he concentrated, his fingers crossing in a pattern such that the fingers of his right hand were perpendicular to the fingers of the left hand. The same pattern for the thumbs as they met.

The sky responded to his call. Brown clouds roared, and colorful lightning crackled within them. Thunderclaps echoed like the drums of apocalypse, heralding the impending devastation. Fheniz looked up, his eyes filled with calculation and concentration. "Okay, now it's time to prove why I am worthy of being a God," he declared, his voice steady. "I needed years of practice and energy to come to this level. There is no way I won't give an entertaining show, and for that, I wanted Griswa to leave anyways. Here comes my next move!"