Animator vs Animation: The Dark Web

Chapter 18: The Soul

The Chosen One and The Dark Lord fought each other mercilessly. Even though The Chosen One used all his strength and all his power, it was never enough. Every blast of fire was skillfully dodged, and every counterattack that he did was anticipated.
    The start of the fight was hard enough, but this—this tested The Chosen One's strength to the maximum. The Dark Lord—now under Queen of Hearts' strings—was a step ahead.

His green-tinted fire and electricity was now replaced with blue firestorms, burning wilder and brighter than before. The Dark Lord's fist ignited with blue embers, about to strike. The Chosen One wondered—what did it mean?—but he barely had time to question himself before The Dark Lord struck him.

They clashed as they flew, their forms blurring across the sky like streaks of flames. The Dark Lord clutched on The Chosen One's neck, dragging him down the air in a brutal dive. His hands sparked with cinders as his grasp tightened, nearly choking The Chosen One. The ground drew closer, and he writhed.

"Ha! And I thought you were the all-powerful Chosen One!" The Dark Lord sneered, his tone weirdly too regal. "You were seen as the stick figure your world feared, with The Dark Lord by his side as his partner in crime... Whatever happened? Did grieving over your 'best friend' soften you too much?"

The Chosen One gasped for air, clawing at The Dark Lord's arms before his fists too ignited with fire. He twisted his body until he broke free, kicking from The Dark Lord. He tumbled through the air before jets of fire blasted through his palms, catching himself before hitting the ground.

The Dark Lord hovered above him, his expression amused, before his gaze shifted off to the side. "Aww, and look who's here to save you! It's your little party!" The Dark Lord remarked with a mocking tone, pretending to stifle a chuckle.

The Chosen One turned to see The Second Coming and Valhalla rush out of the Codeborn hideout, entering the clashed battlefield. The Chosen One's fire pulsed as he hovered, glancing between the two. Did they... get to save them?

The Second Coming and Valhalla nodded hurriedly as they pointed to the entrance. The Officials and the Color Gang—they were now freed. Well... mostly. As they got here, they're all now seeking shelter to be safe.

The Chosen One tilted his head slightly, glancing at them with confusion. They didn't break Queen of Hearts' crown, and even, they didn't see her the entire battle. How did they do it?

The Second Coming shook his hands, insisting that there's no time to explain, before he pointed up at the sky with trembling hands. The Chosen One heard a loud roar of fire approaching. Without even looking, The Chosen One shoved The Second Coming and Valhalla away just as a massive fireball hurtled towards them like a meteor. It exploded upon impacting the ground, its shockwaves rippling across the battlefield.

Above them, The Dark Lord remained in the sky, raining a volley of fireballs towards the three with accurate precision, but The Chosen One protected them with a wave of his hands or pushed them aside.

"What? You don't want to fight now?" The Dark Lord asked, tilting his head in mocking amusement. "How puny."

The Chosen One, frustration raging through, suddenly took off into the air, darting towards The Dark Lord with a clenched fist. Slowly, an ice fist formed from his hand, punching The Dark Lord in the chest upon impact. He stumbled, but he caught himself before igniting blue fire from his palms and hurling the flames towards him.

The Chosen One dodged the flames swiftly, and he countered with laser eyes, its red rays cutting through the air. The Dark Lord weaved through the rays, until The Chosen One closed the distance around them. He grabbed him by the arms and spreaded frostbite on his skin, causing him to hiss at the cold. Then, he hurtled The Dark Lord downward, towards the ground.