Strong Willpower Resurfaced on The Prolonging Stage

With the last Shirak almost falling down into the defeated state, The Chemist shoved her wiry fingers forward and three of the needle fingers fluidly stretched further like a snake hurling its fang to capture the prey. The gleaming liquids within the stretching fingers boiled out in split seconds the further they got on reaching the neck of The Humanoid, marking her neck as the injection spot.

The flexible wiry fingers cleanly pierced through Shirak's neck with their acuted needles and smoothly declared the absorption process. As her needle fingers obtained little-violet blood droplets, a freezing shiver staggered through The Chemist's legs as if she stood on top of the vibrating-earthquake ground.

A tormented-contorting growl broke loose from Chemistra's lung the longer she held the injection fingers from letting go of the blood absorption process. Swarming purple vines encroached through The Chemist's metal arms the more tiny pieces of the blood droplets replenished through her needle fingers.

Agano who accompanied Ryuzen kneeling down its exhausted feet and omitted the dimming bluish electricity on the shoulders raised his hand with the newest paper card materialized. The lucky pick for the black ink Kanji written on the paper card was "Resistance", becoming the main observative through The Onmyouji's eyes and encouraging him to reluctantly nod.

'I hope this card could work.' Agano mumbled through his mind, gaining spirited confidence for tossing his card onto the struggling Chemist who only had her body being continuously extending vines.

The Omnyouji hastily tossed forward the paper card that rocketed a yellowish-glittering aura on the entirety of its surface. The fleeing card marked its end spot by patching on one of Chemistra's trembling legs, blooming the flourish-yellow aura to blanketing her entire metal body.

Hence, the encroaching violet vines rapidly dispersed away from Chemistra's body and encouraged her to lower the vibrating movement of her feet. It gave a slight boost to The Chemist's injection fingers, sucking gulp of condensed violet blood droplets. Even though she managed to almost reach on making her needle finger full by the Shirak's blood, an electrifying reaction struck through her needle fingers and surged out the violet electrical strings to sting through the course of her veins.

A bitter sigh of relief blew out from Agano's mouth as he concisely perceived his glance onto the dispersing paper card on the back of his fellow friend, but a dreadful thought also stung into his staggering left hand. Whether hearing the cybernetic-harrowing growl from Chemistra's lung or witnessing the thundering electrical vines constricting her limbs, The Onmyouji began to take approaching steps.

"It's better for you to let it go, CHEMISTRA!!!" Agano shouted with a pleading tone, raising one of his clenching fists near his left shoulder.

Chemistra grunted and muttered with a hefty tone, "Let….me…finish….the…process, Agano!!"

"Because….I…felt…we…might…lost…this…tonight battle!!!" Chemistra said harshly, steering heck back onto The Onmyouji who halted his rushing steps. "Or…possibly we'll most…likely have a higher chance of….facing it once again…"

"I see your point, but your cybernetic body couldn't hold it much longer," Agano argued, pointing his shaking finger toward The Chemist's feet that crumbled down, forcing her to stick in a staggering kneeling position. "Even my protection…didn't last long on holding it!!"

Chemistra gasped before she presumed her argument, "Ever….since…Misaki…Kamiya tributed…herself, I…didn't fear death or….losing a limb."

"I….can be rebuilt again…again….and….again….as long…as…I still keeping Misaki's…..soul." The Chemist reassured, speedily rotated her eyes like a racing car wheel began to roar its engine.

Chemistra hurriedly shoved deeper into the needle finger and lured the electrical vines to swarm on her neck, fulling the containment tube with the violet blood of her foe. The Chemist even forcefully pulled back the fulled needle fingers due to the absorption process striking the finish line, and a thundering forced bolting violet wave jolted her stomach, ricocheting her away.

The Onmyouji hastily latched the newest paper card on the shoulder with the black-inked Kanji stating "Impervious" before sprinting forward and extending both of his arms. Yellowish auras widely swarmed Agan's entire body especially when he almost reached on his fellow ally's, fleeting body.

Therefore, The Onmyouji catching arms successfully barricaded Chemistra from fleeing further. The harsh bump didn't even either knock back or move the steady stance of Agano as a yellowish aura slightly shone the glittering flash across the night view below, vanishing it into ashes when he rested down his legs.

"Rest now," Agano remarked with a placid tone as he caught the glimpse of Chemistra falling into an unconscious state in the form of shimmering light shown on the metal body faded out from the naked eyes and her rotated eyes ended the twirling motions.

"You did a good job, Chemistra," Agano added, tightly holding the wiry finger filled with the blood droplets within the chosen fingers and slowly grasping a gladful momentum when he released a sigh.

The fallen Shirak disseminated into thousand violet sparkles flung onto the night sky for enjoying its own departure, luring Agano to glance his sight onto the sparkles. A cautious realization clicked through the depth of his mind as he surveyed the surroundings and caught the glimpse of Akushijo's flipped back on the air above.

A pack of three humanoids resurfaced from the afar sidewalk and the types of them were: two icy-blue Shamdaroo and one golden-clawed Shirak. The horrific presence of the recent humanoids encouraged Agano to emit the flowing yellow auras within his tightened grip, elevating it to the left.

The newest paper card with the ink-black kanji announcing the word, "Awakening" materialized into the physical realm as Agano swiped down his grip toward Chemistra's direction. Furthermore, The Onmyouji also watched Akushijo land his elusive feet neatly in front of him and hoisted his neon-green Katana in the right crossguard position.

"I know deep down you still wanted to continue this fight, Chemistra," Agano mumbled, quickly tossing down the paper card that occupied the stainless landing spot on The Chemist's chest.

A glistening yellowish aura soared through The Chemist's body and awakened the moving motion of Chemistra as her resting fingers freshly got up. Tonight's show was now filled with the seemingly never battles between the three heroes of Rising Sun and the newest addition of the humanoid army.

"As long as there is me on your side, you shouldn't be scared to admit it." The gentle voice of Yuna resonated through The Flaming Hero who painted his eyes with a look of despair toward the view of horror.

A view of the heroes who fought alongside him lifelessly laid down on the scorching-lava ground with all of their decapitated heads staked on the fiery spikes. The heroes that were caught by The Flaming Hero's unnerving-dreaded sight: Chemistra, Agano, Akushijo, Southern Shield, and Zero.

Furthermore, Sparror's stomach was gently wrapped by his close partner's comforting arms from the back and released the contorting frantic gasp. With The Flaming Hero consumed by the inevitable guilt of watching his friend die by his molten hands, Yuna let go of the hug for allowing her to glare at his frowning face.

"Hatoshi, it's okay," Yuna assured with a serene tone, landing her soft hand below The Flaming Hero's cheek.

The benign touch from Yuna tempted The Flaming Hero to steer his look of horror toward her, stretching further his frowning eyes. The lingering tormented feeling stung through Sparror's tremoring molten hands as if he was pierced by an arrow the longer he witnessed his close partner extend the gleeful smirk.

Sparror shakily shook his head in defiance and groaned, "THIS IS NOT ME!!!"

"Maybe you should open your mask and focus your stare only on me," Yuna advised happily and bent her head to the right, gaining a clearer glimpse of his close partner's face. "If you didn't like the view, I can cover it for you."

Drumming shrieks of a familiar person fell into helpless fear echoed through Sparror's frozen hearing, forcing his neck to steer onto the far left. The frightful view that electrocuted his gleaming eyes and commanded the tremoring legs to take a sluggish step back, declaring a small attempt to evade it.

He fixedly witnessed his current family member, Hirata, Aunt Chisato, and Uncle Sasaki swarmed by the impinging flames as the lying down body was shackled by the lava mud. Not only the searing scream of them being burnt could be captured, but roasted skeletal faces tainted on half of their faces were also unveiled through his eyes.

The unavoidable horror of watching his family being horrifically burned by the scorching flames shook his vibrating legs to drop down from the standing position. A constant-contorting shriek trumpeted out as Sparror was drowned deeply in the tormented fear, crawling back.

"NO, No, this is just a false illusion." Sparror bickered in blazing defiance flooding his mind and continuously shaking his head. "Although my motivation was indeed selfish, I promised Zero and the other heroes that I will never fall into this path!!!"

"I will never let the whole world be burnt just for the sake of Yuna!!" The Flaming Hero added with an infuriating frustration tackled down his tremoring feet before switching his sight onto his close partner who painted a concerned furrow on her entire face.

Sparror groaned somberly and shouted on top of his sore lungs, "EVEN I would not allow Hirata, Aunt Chisato, and Uncle Sasaki to be the victim of this!!!"

Afterward, The Flaming Hero flickered out the gleaming eyes and revealed the empty black-void face through Yuna's despondent look. It even convinced his close partner to kneel down in front of his sight and keenly hug the back of his armored neck, broadening the pity lips being painted on her face.

"I know it's very painful to see this," Yuna mumbled with a souring worried, tightening the clutching arms on The Flaming Hero's back. "So, please just open your mask, Hatoshi. Believe me, I helped you escape this tormented reality."

"Because I'm sorry to say this, you couldn't deny this reality, Hatoshi," Yuna added, briefly releasing a sheepish chuckle.

The void-black voice remained intact on Sparror's voice as he submissively continued to venture into a depth of gloomy despondent. The Flaming Hero's dragon skin helmet speedily melt into slimy-thick molten liquids, freeing his human face that showed sorrow corrupted through his widened furrow.

Yuna's gladfully smiled and leaned her kissing lips closer onto Hatoshi who still being caged by guilt and sorrow, frosted his entire hesitation motions from moving. Nevertheless, he uneasily let his close lips receive the possibly relieving kiss from the schoolgirl until a sudden molten flash sparked on both of his cheeks.

He sternly grabbed his close partner by the neck, halting her tempting-kissing lips from touching his. An unyielding shock painted Yuna's whole face and staggeringly dropped her perturbed jaw onto Hatoshi who sluggishly opened his eyes igniting the blazing enrage, strengthening the strangling grip.

A pleading screech freedYuna's lung as she held her clutching hands on her close partner's arms the more she felt the compressing forced on the neck. An embarking-molten light shimmered through Hatoshi's scowling expression, unfolding the boiling grit that fired up fiery strings from his hair.

"Enough playing with my mind," Hatoshi demanded with a deep-wrathful tone, flaring the furnacing torch on his eyes. "MR…"

"MR CLOVERLAND!!!!" Sparror added, detonating the bombarding voice of wrath through from his burning throat.

A commodious blazing wave emerged and devoured all the scenery faster than the blink of an eye. The corpses of the heroes, the tormented half-face Akarui's household member, and lastly the concerned Yuna were all instantly incinerated by the radiating fiery wave.

With the embarking chaos of the burning wave continued, some of the flowing streams folded Hatosh's face completely as if he was covered by the thickened-flaming bandages. Flaming bandages exploded into glimmering flashes of fiery light, materializing Sparror's helmet once again. It confirmed The Flaming Hero willingly shatters and freed himself from the never-ending torment of being blessed by the hallucination world.

Hence, Marshon abruptly awakened his sleepy eyes when a flaring flash touched its head and howled the high-pitched distorting elephant's growl to the entire wavering scenery of the gloomy violet sea. The giant monster witnessed an embarking and towering pillar erupted by molten blaze emerging through its sight.

"ZURYAH!!!!" Sparror grunted on the very top of his contorting lung as the voice vibrated across the entire space of the violet sea.

The towering wave swiftly twisted its flexible body from left to right, attempting to forge the brand new colossal construct. A scorching colossal construct based on Sparror's heated desire on claiming the imminent victory.

At last, the wide encircling shockwave blew toward Marshon who hastily grumbled the screeching elephant squealed one more time. The sky-scraping construct of the humanoid-like dragon hovered on top of the wavering sea before it propelled the left-clawed hand.

All of the blazing-like surfaces dissolved into untraceable ashes for manifesting the true form of the dragon construct. A hard-steel crimson skin dragon completely covered with the scally-motif orange medieval knight, duplicating the armored belonging to The Blazing Hero of Neo Tokyo himself, Sparror.

The noticeable different features also occurred with the humanoid dragon's physical manifestation limbs. Starting with his left forehand carrying the golden arrow-shaped shield and the right arm being strictly constricted by the molten-pinkish chains. A chain that also patched on a dazzling-orange roaring dragon-headed statue.

While the pair of the devilish-crimson wings marked with sweltering-crimson torch tattoo on each of the fresh-scally middle parts. Withering-molten orange egg-shaped gems were tidily planted on both of the dragon's, shiny armored kneecaps. Swarming blazes blanketed the whole dragon's feet and kept the hushed hovering.

The Dragonforge form of Sparror finally spawned its flaring debut onto Marshon who locked the bloodshot eyes toward its scorching enemy. The duel between the monsters was now narrowly about to break the start with each of them locking their furious battle glares.

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