Mod Superhero

Chapter 7.76 - Bleeding Sky

While a part of Mod was with Clara, the rest of him was facing down Amarque and Helion over the Atlantic. Slowly, Mod recalled his presence back to the Atlantic and set his entire might to the task of taking down his opponents.

The other capes and drones had evacuated some miles away, leaving the three Class 5 supers alone for several miles in either direction. That was good because no one else would've survived the maelstrom above the Atlantic.

The first thing Amarque did was tear open reality.

Gouges appeared in the sky, like Amarque had reached out across the world and raked titanic fingers across it. The gouges criss-crossed the sky, some over a mile long. The wounds spread open, and a kaleidoscope of colors bled through, painting the ocean in otherworldly greens, ultra-deep purples, and shimmering blue-blacks.

Amarque was tapping the full might of his powers, indiscriminately calling on other realities. Space and time warped, and the laws of physics bent in a dozen different directions, throwing the ocean into turmoil. Waves churned, some exploding thousands of feet into the air. Waterspouts erupted as gravity was reversed. Other spouts coalesced into floating orbs the size of small islands. Some waves spontaneously turned to ice or steam. Others turned to different elements completely.

It wasn't elegant or creative, but for most other supers on the planet, the fight would've ended immediately. Amarque had turned the Atlantic Ocean into a stellar minefield, and anyone else would've been boiled alive, stretched into taffy, or met an otherwise gruesome end.

But Mod was Class 5 now, and his body could withstand everything from the crushing pressure at the bottom of the ocean, to being submerged in a volcano, or being blasted into deep space.

Amarque must've realized this because he and Helion hadn't stopped their team-up attack. Enormous panes of glass littered the sky, and Helion's lasers filled the spaces in between. Together, Amarque and Helion aimed a hundred lasers at Mod. They cut swathes through every reality, unaffected by the distortions, and where the lasers passed, the air boiled and the ocean exploded.

Seen from nearby sensors or Daedalus's spyplanes, Mod, Amarque, and Helion looked like ants in a hurricane.

Mod opened up his thrusters and dove headfirst into oblivion. The sky disappeared. The world twisted around him. Gravity warped and bent before breaking completely. This was the most inhospitable place in the solar system, short of diving into the sun itself.

Mod wanted to test his Prime body, and this was the last chance before the main event.

Physics changed every hundred feet, and Mod parsed the differences in an instant. He slipped around lasers, rode gravity waves, and plunged through geysers. He ignored searing temperatures and frozen storms, and charted a course through the storm without missing a beat.

Amarque was trying to overwhelm him, but it wouldn't work.

It took Mod back to one of his earliest memories as a super. He'd still been learning the limits of his new abilities, and had spent much of that time in the Gray Room. During those days, Emmett had spent much of that time playing the superhero version of tag, chasing and being chased by training robots. Dr. Venture and Clara had taken turns controlling the robot, and they'd definitely taken it easy on Emmett. But that didn't change the fact that those were some of Emmett's fondest memories.

In those days, he was just running across the rooftops and jumping over alleyways. Back then he had to climb up the side of a building, and trying to get back down to the street was a dangerous ordeal. Flight was a distant dream.

Only when Mod reached the heart of the maelstrom did he bother tapping his shard of mirror.

Lasers split, blossoming until the world was overwhelmingly bright. Beams of destruction converged on Mod, and he summoned impenetrable armor.