The air grew thick with an unnatural stillness. Trevor, Emily, and Sixtie hovered high above the battlefield, the three of them motionless as they faced the distant form emerging from the horizon.
Wings.
Massive, dark wings spread wide, blotting out the distant sun. They beat against the wind with such force that the atmosphere trembled, sending shockwaves across the ruined city. The sheer presence of the creature distorted the very air, as if the sky itself was trying to reject its existence.
And then, it screamed.
A piercing, bone-shaking shriek tore through the heavens, a sound so powerful it cracked the ground below and sent shockwaves through the atmosphere. The fabric of reality itself seemed to tremble beneath the force of its cry.
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Trevor’s smirk didn’t falter. "Well, that’s one hell of a greeting."
The creature fully emerged from the shadows.
A Harpy—no, the Harpy.
It was nothing like the lesser creatures that bore its name. This was something ancient, something birthed from the chaos of forgotten worlds. Its form was vaguely humanoid, with elongated limbs wrapped in black feathers that shimmered with a strange, liquid-like glow. Its face was grotesque, a blend of bird and demon, with a serrated beak and eyes that burned like molten silver. Its wings stretched across the sky, each one longer than a warship, feathers pulsing with a malevolent energy.
And then there was its aura.
A suffocating, abyssal force poured from its body, pressing down on everything around it. It was not just strength—it was raw, primordial power, an existence that had consumed and destroyed countless lives before.
Emily’s grip tightened around the vine whip in her hands. "This thing... it’s on an entirely different level."
Sixtie’s emerald energy-like hair rippled, her expression darkening. "Space is warping around it. That’s not normal power—it’s something far worse."
Trevor let out a chuckle, his crimson tattoos pulsing with anticipation. "Then let’s see what it’s made of."
The Harpy didn’t wait.
With a single beat of its wings, it vanished.
In an instant, it reappeared right in front of Trevor, its taloned foot already swinging toward his skull with devastating speed.
BOOM!
Trevor barely had time to react. He twisted mid-air, his body shifting into a plume of black smoke just as the Harpy’s claw sliced through where his head had been. The sheer force of the attack sent shockwaves through the sky, shattering the clouds and ripping apart the air.
But it wasn’t done.
The Harpy’s wings flared, and its second attack came faster than thought. Its talon lashed out again, this time imbued with a distortion of energy that made space itself ripple around it.
Trevor snapped his fingers.
A pulse of sound erupted from his body, an earth-shaking sonic blast that forced the creature back. Its feathers ruffled from the force, but it remained unfazed. Instead, its silver eyes gleamed with something close to amusement.
Then, it screeched again.
The sound wasn’t just deafening—it was reality-breaking. The air itself split apart, forming jagged rifts of compressed soundwaves that surged toward Trevor.
Sixtie moved instantly.
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Her body flickered, vanishing from sight, and in the same moment, space around Trevor twisted. The incoming shockwave of destruction was swallowed into a swirling black void—Sixtie’s power bending reality itself to shield him.
But before anyone could react, the Harpy shifted its focus.
It appeared in front of Emily, talons raised high.
Emily’s red eyes narrowed. She didn’t flinch.
Vines exploded from her body, twisting and spiraling outward with terrifying speed. Thick, iron-hard roots shot forth, forming an unbreakable barrier in front of her.
The Harpy’s talons met them head-on.
A massive shockwave tore through the air as claw met plant. The vines groaned under the pressure, some snapping instantly, but more grew in their place, regenerating faster than they could be broken.
Emily’s voice was calm, but firm. "You won’t break through that easily."
The Harpy hissed. Its silver eyes flashed, and suddenly, its wings ignited with a sickly white flame. The moment the fire touched Emily’s vines, they froze.
Ice.
Not normal ice. This was something far more dangerous—something that drained the very life from everything it touched.
Emily’s pupils shrank. "That’s... not normal fire."
Trevor reappeared behind the Harpy, his voice dark with amusement. "I’m getting tired of things defying logic."
His right hand shot forward—an explosion of crimson mist erupting from his palm. The blood mist solidified into dozens of razor-sharp spikes, all aimed directly at the Harpy’s back.
It vanished.
The spikes hit empty air.
Trevor’s smirk widened. "Fast little bastard."
Sixtie flicked her wrist, and suddenly, the entire battlefield froze. Not physically, but temporally. The Harpy’s movement staggered as time around it warped and twisted unnaturally.
Trevor took the opening.
He flickered forward, appearing directly beneath the Harpy, his body a blur of smoke and crimson light. His fist shot upward, wreathed in condensed soundwaves.
It connected.
BOOOOM!
The impact detonated in the sky. A massive shockwave erupted outward, shaking the entire battlefield and sending a ripple through the clouds above. The Harpy’s form was sent hurtling through the air like a meteor, crashing into the ruins below with an explosion of shattered stone and ice.
Trevor exhaled slowly, flexing his fingers. His knuckles were burning, his skin vibrating from the sheer force of the punch. "Not bad."
Emily and Sixtie landed beside him, their gazes locked onto the massive crater below.
Sixtie raised an eyebrow. "Did we kill it?"
The dust settled.
Then—
A sound.
A deep, guttural clicking noise.
Trevor’s smirk returned. "Nope."
From the crater, the Harpy rose.
But something had changed.
Its body was shifting, its form melting into something even more monstrous. The once-liquid glow of its feathers turned black, and the silver in its eyes became a seething, blood-red storm.
It was evolving.
Trevor rolled his shoulders, his crimson aura igniting around him once more. "Looks like the real fight starts now."
Sixtie cracked her knuckles, space distorting around her hands. "Good."
Emily smirked, her vines writhing with new intensity. "Then let’s finish this."
And with that, they launched themselves forward—diving straight into the abyss of battle.