Heading Closer to The Mind blowing Twist

A contorting roar of The Dragonforge construct echoed as it replenished embarking fiery balls on both of the armored palms. Crimson flashes bloomed within the flaming balls and transitioned its color fully into blood red filled with inner rage.

Inner rage that ordered The Dragonforge to flee forward and clapped the crimson flames levitating on its palms. Bursting crimson explosion sundered before instantly morphing into a towering Katana construct, falling into the dragon's tightened grip as it dashingly hovered closer toward Marshon's direction.

Ten drilling tendrils fled up altogether from the grasp of depth sea when Marshon chanted its vibrating elephant-like howl. Quick alerting senses stung into The Dragonforge's by drawing its crimson katana into a straight-line on guard position, watching the tendrils declaring a rallying assault.

Hence, The Dragonforge swagged the crimson katana onto the left to summon the flashing moon-scythe slashing wave. The slashing wave neatly chopped the ten rallying tendrils drilling tips in an instance with its acuted edge. All the decapitated tendrils helplessly scattered into thousand flourish dust fleeing altogether on the gloomy sky above.

The disappearance of the tendrils opened a clear continuing path for the slashing wave to keep fleeing onto Marshon, flared up the roaring strings on its scythe-like tip, and thickened its entire crimson surface. A pack of red tuning orbs absconded from the human-bone tip of the spike on the giant wolf-headed monster clapping tail.

The red tuning orbs concisely set their last-life destination onto the charging moon-scythe slashing wave. The tuning orbs jolted the slashing wave and vibratingly halted the wave from fleeing further, tearing it piece by piece every time the orbs detonated themselves into raining exploding flashes.

The failure of the slashing wave didn't break the head-strong spirit of The Dragonforge as it heaved the crimson katana to witness the sky view, blazing up the flooding swarm of crimson flames. However, the disturbance of commanding the burning attack occurred when around two or three drilling tendrils abruptly flung up and impaled the back of the dragon's legs.

The crimson swarm of flames and the katana construct vanished as The Dragonforge constantly staggered when the violet vines transcended through its limbs. Glistening violet sparks shone on both of the dragon's eyes, holding its head with the shaking clawed hands.

With the dragon stung by buzzing dizziness through its head, Kenta who remained to stay inside the spectating room raised an astounding, yet petrified gasp. Both of his hands vibrated in enticement the longer he perceived his sight onto the violet screen, presenting an ongoing video recording of The Dragonforge relentlessly growled an agonizing roar.

"Kenta, I indeed believe Sparror would survive this hallucinating trick." A gentle-mangling voice resurfaced on the back of Kenta.

The person revealed himself as Frenzy Cloverland placed the crossing left hand on his chest and bowed down his body for the warmful greetings. Kenta hastily turned around to fixate his sight on The Phantom who took a thrilling step forward toward the view of the floating screen, encouraging him to swallow the gulp of his saliva for engaging in the conversation.

"It's great to hear that, but I had one important question," Kenta said with a little sense of irritation torched through his throat. "Are you sure your crazy…twist of the show will work for me?"

"Yes for me to one day claim his head!!!" Kenta added, pointing one of his fingers onto the screen and raising the irritated voice. "Because it's contradicting if I think it again. I didn't want to hunt dead meat for my return!!"

Frenzy Cloverland cheerfully chortled and nodded, "It depends on Sparror himself."

"After all, I only care about the vibrant and smooth flow of reaching the mindblowing twist!" Frenzy Cloverland argued, flipping his three tidily lined up three fingers back and forth, also releasing a burst of mangling laughter. "Besides, the best showrunner mainly cares whether the show has the best quality or not."

Kenta groaned and replied harshly, "You mean you didn't care about the actors' health or safety?"

"Absolutely my friend." Frenzy Cloverland remarked confidently. "As I told you before, life itself is a perfect concept for me to create the best show ever and become a perfect material for my novel."

Surging brown electricity enfolded Kenta's hardened knuckle, heating up the bitter frustration onto The Phantom. A desire to even land a punch enthralled Frenzy Cloverland as he gladly chuckled and heaved his taunting left hand.

"There is also another way of embracing your old self other than Sparror. Am I precisely correct?" Frenzy Cloverland released a thrilling guest.

Kenta reluctantly sighed and replied by raising his stern voice, "Correct, but remember if within a month Sparror didn't show up, I'm sure willing to have your head instead."

Another burst of mangling laughter broadcasted as The Phantom jigglingly held his stomach, being consumed by either ridicule or enthusiasm. Frenzy Cloverland's human ally might have a slight chance of becoming his own glorifying demise, capturing the dimming brown electricities that kept surging.

Regardless, The Phantom glanced back his sight onto the violet screen once more and watched The Dragonforge blaze itself with the enormous fiery tower. A fiery tower that decimated every trace of the corrupting violet vines and sparks from its eyes into unrecognizable ashes.

"Oh this is just getting closer to reaching the climax and it will be the most exciting material to be added to my upcoming novel!!" Frenzy Cloverland relentlessly blurted out the keenness on presuming his watch time. A watch time of the two giants that would lead into the twisted aftermath of tonight's show.

The ocean-shaking duel between the monster presumed with The Dragonforge dove down into the depth of the fiery wave, fulminating its armored-colossal presence in a split second. The towering fiery wave immediately shrunk down faster than the blink of an eye after the dragon dissolved, leaving Marshon to infuriatingly growl.

The wolf-headed monster emitted the steaming green smoke within the clutches of its opened-craving jaw. Crimson turning spark engulfed through the bone-headed of its tail as Marshon slammed down the tail and raised the echoing elephant-like howl.

Emerald flashes glimmered through Marshon's eyes, attempting to recreate the tormenting hallucination once again toward its foe. Although the wolf-headed monster cleanly built its own unforeseen anticipation by activating most of the charging attacks or tricks, trammeling things emerged on the endless sea. A trammeling involved the spacious-crimson flame lights simmered below Marshon in a circle.

Marshon hurriedly propelled the opened jaw for dealing a counter assault, but the giant dragon suddenly emerged from below and impaled through the razor-sharp claws on the skin. Then, the encircling wave began to detonate its gleaming presence into a blooming combustible explosion and splashed the massive water wave in a circle

An explosion that also ricocheted Marshon to the high level of the violet sky, touching translucent purplish clouds either above or nearby. Whereas, the sparkling remains of the crimson explosion faded out and some of them respawned on top of the wolf-headed monster, forming a sky-scrapping high, crimson door construct.

The crimson construct that tributed itself into a gateway for The Dragonforge entering the physical realm and propelled the clenching-armored fist. A scorching-crimson furnace burnt on the razor-shape dragon clawed, forming the discharging fiery saber with its tip resembling a bullet.

Without hesitation, The Dragonforge slammed down its scorching hand that summoned a fissuring explosion wave dashingly ascended from the violet sea below. The crimson fissuring wave neatly slashed the spiked-filled tail of Marshon, showering the rapid splash of lavender blood.

The wolf-headed monster cried out in distorted shriek after enduring the unyielding torment of having its tail chopped in half. Luckily, Marshon gusted out the mortifying mist taking a shape of a burdening human on the upper side and subtracted its own existence into six duplicates.

Lightning-fast senses proceeded to bent The Dragonforge's neck onto the left for capturing the mystifying assault of the smokes screeched the pleading cry like a person facing the neverending torture. Flaring twisters twirled on the middle side of the dragon's wing as it calmly locked the burning-heedful sight toward the fleeing mists.

A valiant-contorting roar trumpeted onto the freezing sky as The Dragonforge recklessly flapped both of the wings, blending down its entire giant body into a crimson shard. The widespread wave of blood-red flash rumbled throughout the crimson shard twirling like a newborn tornado. The crimson flashes with ease devouring the whole members of the pleading mists. Even their unseen particles were couldn't be grasped by the naked eyes anymore.

Traces of the crimson shard construct also dissolved into nothingness, raising the hidden frustration through Marshon with resonating the high-pitched growl of both torment and stinging frustration. Afterward, a sun-like blood-red spark illuminated above Marshon's ears and forced it to shut off the growling by closing its jaw.

Another followed-up attack swiftly declared as The Dragonforge dropped down with the crimson meteoric wave covering its entire front view. The dragon thrust back one of the blazing fists, emitting the roaring blood red molten energy on the rigidified knuckle.

"ZURYAH!!!!" A sudden thundering voice from The Blazing Hero of Neo Tokyo, Sparror debuted and replaced the drumming roar of the dragon construct.

The Dragonforge dove down the thrusting fist that awakened the twirling crimson strings to wrap around its enlarged wings. It also raised the dashing speed of The meteoric falling dragon and rammed the molten fist onto Marshon's head.

The wolf-headed monster infuriatingly broadcasted emerald circling waves by blinking its crystallized eyes and phased through the insides of the dragon. Violet flashes invaded the entirety of The Dragonforge eyes, continuously shaking its head as if it felt a lingering sting drilling its brain.

Bold-engulfing fiery cloth enveloped The Dragonforge eyes, extinguishing the perturbing presence of the violet flashes especially from entering the hallucination realm. A hallucination realm that contained unavoidable sorrow or dreadful guilt, pounding Marshon with its blazing fist closer to touching the violet sea below.

Therefore, the uprising crimson explosion entered the fray when the falling Marshon's fur touched the waving sea and triggered its blazing debut. The explosion swiftly consumed both The Dragonforge and The wolf-headed monster as the crimson explosion kept extending, morphing energy-like crimson dragon wings into the sky.

Moreover, the elevating explosion soared the blinding wave and morphed itself into the exact duplicate of The Dragonforge. A ramparting howl of the construct echoed out loudly as both the gloomy violet sky and the wavering-endless sea received the resounding shockwave. Inside the dragon's stomach was the unlucky victim who had its physical presence being fulminated into oblivion such as Marshon crying out the elephant-like shriek and the real Dragonforge who submissively nodded for their last of the living.

The mountainous dragon construct closed its jaw in order to mute the ramparting howl with the two prey already consumed and digested completely. Then, the dragon construct marked its sight below and vastly incinerated its presence into complete dust after receiving a victory for its master.

The blazing master who was none other than The Flaming Hero himself, Sparror claimed his hovering-spawning spot on the very right spot of the endless sea. Exhaustion boiled through Sparror's every limb as he breathed out the continuous hefty breath and tightly held his rapid heart-beating chest.

The void black of Sparror began to fade out and unveiled the face of its true identity, Hatoshi with bruises painted on his cheek. Line of bloods also bleed out from his eyesockets the longer he exhaled the bothersome ear, even puking out a gulp of blood from his coughing mouth.

"Sorry to say, it's lucky the monster I killed is only an artificial being," Sparror muttered with an exhausted tone.

A disappointed frown ignited through Sparror's entire human face when a semblance or memory clips of the past actions played through his mind. The moment when he was overwhelmed by the wrathful rage, changing all of his fiery attacks into an enraged crimson especially when he obtained The Dragonforge's form.

'Damn it, I was consumed by the rage.' Sparror groaned in unrelenting bothersome through his mind, clenching the left shivering fist. 'This is indeed very disappointing because last time I could actually hold it when I faced that all-white….Hollow guy.'

Sparror sighed and closed his eyes briefly before he continued, 'Maybe Mr.Cloverland point…was quite right about me. Of course, I denied the possibility where I would sacrifice the entire world just for the sake of Yuna.'

'Yuna is the most precious person I'm afraid to lose, but I promise not to let selfishness corrupt my heroic life.' The Flaming Hero mumbling through his mind with a stoic tone.

Nonetheless, one more sigh was let out from The Flaming Hero as he slowly gained a feeling the bitter relief. Sparror hurriedly raised his tiring head onto the sky and retrieved the holdings hand from the beating chest, filling up the mood on continued his heroic activity even though he already grasped a clean victory against Marshon.

'Even at the end, I must accept the reality where I lost her….no matter what the cost.' Sparror murmured through his mind, accepting the heart-wrenching possibility of keeping his true motivation as a Superhero.

A rapid survey of the gloomy sky was declared with Sparror rotating his eagle eyes in all directions alongside repeatedly spinning his steady-levitating limbs. Every move rotation of his sharpened eagle was neatly followed by the levitating limbs.

The survey quickly stopped when Sparror froze his motion in the spot occurring in the northeast, engulfing the blazing cloth to fold his body. A glimpse of the swarm of flesh-eating caterpillars already filled the whole spot of the skin belonging to the slumbering Yuna who was still shackled by the cross

Both of them were still securely contained inside the levitating crystalized containment, turning into locking objects for the infuriating Sparror. The Flaming Hero sluggishly flew upward, expanding the folding fiery cloth from upside down and starting to incinerate his limbs piece by piece.

"Enough playing with my mind, Mr. Cloverland," Sparror muttered, flaring heating enraged through his voice tone, hoisted his grasping left hand filled with a swarming-fiery orange furnace.

Sparror closed his eyes one more time shortly and continued through his mind, 'At first I thought the death of my parent might give me a drive, but shockingly keeping you safe it's the real personal drive.'

"A REAL PERSONAL DRIVE AS A HERO!!!" Sparror blurted out with the echoing-contorting voice when he thrust further his grasping hand.

The Flaming Hero hurriedly tackled down the sky with his scorching feet, but an uninvited interruption warded off his teleporting move from being commenced. An interruption that was none other than the violet electrical net popped out on Sparror's body in lightspeed, originating from the crystalized surface of the cross blinked out a translucent violent flesh shortly.

Then, thundering electrocution entered the stage and forced The Flaming Hero to cry out a grievous shriek. Even Sparror's entire motion unstably shaking the longer the electrocution process struck through him.

An overawed purplish, flashing wave made its enormous debut as the sky view and the endless violet sea were swallowed by its first time awakening. The staggering Sparror and the slumbering Yuna were also fallen into the inescapable purplish wave grasp, blinking out the gloomy reality in an instance.

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