PBWCKART: Apocalypse AU

INTRO: Monkart side

The air was thick with tension. Jinhayst had fallen, his last-ditch attack on Apollyon failing miserably. Apollyon's evil smile widened as he stared at Ruth and Draka, suspended in the air by his claw. The dark dragon let out a loud, menacing laugh, his voice dripping with disdain.

"You really thought that would work on me again?" Apollyon taunted. "How foolish of you. But I suppose I'll let it slide-us monsters have to stick together, right, Ruth?" He turned to the injured Monkart, his gaze malicious.

Ruth, barely clinging to consciousness, could only glare at him, her defiance still alive despite the pain.

"But you..." Apollyon continued, turning his focus to the princess below, "I can't forgive you-not after the headache your little stunt caused me." His eyes glinted with malice and hatred as they locked onto her. "I could kill you now, but no... That would be too merciful. I want you to watch. Watch every deed I'm going to do to your friend, every action that will turn their life into a living hell-just like what your family did to mine."

Sena's breath caught in her throat. Her knees buckled as fear gripped her. Before she could react, the giant dragon's magic engulfed her once more, trapping her in a bubble of dark energy.

Apollyon's voice was cold and triumphant as he raised the remaining Monkarts into the air with his spell. With a snap of his claws, he healed the humans just enough to bring them back to consciousness. They groggily rose to their feet, though they were still weak and disoriented.

"Why?" Vettel's voice was shaky, filled with confusion and disbelief. "Why did you heal us?"

Apollyon's wicked grin widened as he tightened his grip on the Monkarts. "Well... I couldn't leave you out of the fun, could I? You'll want to see my new magic in action."

With a flourish, Apollyon summoned several large, pulsating seeds of Auobis, their dark energy radiating with a strength that made the air around them hum. The seeds were far bigger and more potent than anything they had seen before. Without hesitation, the dragon embedded them into the chests of the captured Monkarts.

A sickening, guttural scream echoed through the area as the Monkarts began to mutate. The humans froze in horror, watching as their former comrades twisted and warped into grotesque, unrecognizable monsters.

The last thing the humans could utter, their voices barely above a whisper, was a collective cry of despair: "What... what did you do...?"

As the mutated Monkarts writhed in agony, their bodies contorting beyond recognition, Apollyon's laughter filled the air, dark and triumphant. The humans could only stand in stunned silence, unable to tear their eyes away from the nightmarish transformation unfolding before them.