The Superior Rebirth: A Hero's Awakening

The Fallen Titan

As the dust settled, the crowd held its breath, waiting to see if Xavier had withstood the onslaught of explosions from Miraxis. To their utter amazement, there he was—crouched on one knee, sword in hand, his head bowed but unwavering.

"Astonishing!" the commentator exclaimed, hardly believing his own words. "Klay Worthmore has endured Miraxis's nuclear onslaught head-on and appears nearly unscathed!" The crowd erupted, cheering with unrestrained excitement.

In the stands, Anastasia released a deep sigh of relief, her earlier dread that Xavier wouldn't survive now giving way to a slight smile. Alcmena chuckled at her reaction, amused by her worry.

On the battlefield, Miraxis raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. "Well, I'm speechless, kid. Didn't think you'd make it through that. Keep getting up, will you? Give the crowd a show."

Xavier didn't respond, his eyes hidden beneath the Visors of Time that slipped from his face. He caught them just before they hit the ground, carefully tucking them away in a small pouch. Slowly, his intense red eyes faded to their usual cosmic blue, a deep aura emanating from him and filling the stage. He smirked. "Big talk for someone whose entire personality is built on biceps and good looks."

Miraxis clicked his tongue, his eyes flashing with malice as his crimson aura clashed with Xavier's. "Let's see how long you keep that mouth running."

He extended a finger toward Xavier, summoning a legion of mirages that charged at him with blinding speed.

Xavier raised his vector shield just in time, bracing against the fury of attacks from Miraxis's clones. Each blow landed with an explosive force that sent tremors through his weakened shield.

I can barely manage this, Xavier thought, straining to maintain the shield's integrity. It's not what it used to be. I can conjure it, yes, but it's too unstable to deflect their attacks.

A harsh crack splintered across the shield's surface, jolting Xavier's focus. This wasn't his true vector shield—this one could shatter if hit hard enough. And Miraxis's clones were determined to test its limits.

As the barrier splintered, one clone surged forward, seizing Xavier's lower torso in a vice grip while another clone lunged, their deadly fist aimed straight for his heart. Xavier twisted his body just in time, the edge of the attack grazing his cheek and drawing a thin line of blood.

Not now, he thought, tightening his grip on his blade, his heart pounding. This shield can't fail!

Without a moment to spare, Xavier unleashed his Regokinesis Blade technique, slicing clean through one of the clone's arms in a sweeping, swift arc. The crowd erupted in awe as the commentator's voice echoed above the din. "Unbelievable! Klay Worthmore has landed a crippling blow on Miraxis's supposedly invulnerable clone!"

The arena thundered with excitement, and Xavier took the surge of energy, his aura intensifying, amplifying his movements as he attacked. Finally, he thought, his heart racing. I can actually hurt him.

Seizing this newfound edge, Xavier unleashed his "Multi-directional Echo" technique, a relentless flurry of slashes that shattered through the clones, sending fragments of energy spiraling across the field. He could feel the blade singing in his grip, pulsing with each successful strike.

Miraxis narrowed his eyes, a smirk curling on his lips despite the strain. "Well, well," he growled, his pride bruised yet intrigued. "Didn't think you'd land even one blow, let alone dismantle them like this."

Xavier's smirk matched his opponent's. "Maybe turn up the difficulty a little," he taunted, voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through him. "It's getting way too easy to handle these half-baked clones."