Chaos Center, Part Five.

The flames... they were as potent as Hellfire, so chaotic in its form, just throwing a ball of it could chaos unparalleled to anything humanity had ever seen. Or maybe that was an illusion, comparing the sight before his eyes to that of that damned dimension where warlords ruled with an iron fist, a pointed trident. Comparing this scenery to that hellish location where the damned reside, he was blind, for this was not the work of the demons, but rather, the cold heart of human nature embodied, with blood spilled and guts revealed out bottomless torsos, there was only one culprit for this massacre.

"Ed!" Mei called, jerking him to reality, with wide eyes, bags under them, his fingers twiddled, a drop of sweat descending from the side of his white face.

"Coming!" He replied, increasing the scope of his vocals' volume so she could nod, continuing to rub their sick ally's back.

But one final look at the disaster at their bloodied hands, and it was true. What Satan had said before his eyes, that unbelievable aura gushing out every angle of their being, horns pointing out their temples to stab the skies, the Devil King was correct. They truly were such horrible creatures, but did it halt to just these three? No, of course not, for while their minds strung along with the chaotic musings of drawn blood and wrangled entrails, the Founder felt it spread. The infiltration had begun, and under the curtain of a one-sided bloodbath, there was no telling what came next.

So while the explosive forces of Team Black, the sub-squad of Riot's main unit, were distracting the many soldiers placed like pawns throughout Riverton's chessboard, there remained the others. Feeling her black strands move with the blowing wind, the dawn nowhere in sight, one's innermost thoughts returned to the front of her mind. Remembering that ancient past, those fists that punched to the side of her face, like a needle stabbing into her flesh. Awaiting for the final performance to mark its beginning like the spreading of curtains marking the start of a play on a theatre's stage, Ace's crimson eyes peered through it all, gazing further and further as he squinted for the skin's shape to enclose around.

"Let's start moving," Demanded the King to his distant relative.

Just crunching down so his knees' shape could point outward, just as the red lightning generated around his feet, there it was. He hadn't even taken the first step before he'd realized the sprinting sight of Katie just miles ahead of him, arms flailing behind her back, there was nothing more he could identify that look in her eyes. It was the same thing he'd spotted when they were so weakly dragging their behinds through the wasteland of the Remnant World. Devoid of any life that indicated her heart, protected by a multitude of ribs, was beating, for her dark-blue eyes resonated with an aura of death.

The Entertainment District with taller skyscrapers than Heaven's golden kingdom had shining castles, assigned to Katie and Ace on the east-most side, June and Hana took up the west. Out of the four just mentioned, there remained only one with the capacity to destroy everything with but a singular technique, and it didn't go unknown to the Founder's prowess. Of course, his Evolution Frontier was gradually shattering, the cracks in the ranks forming with so much as a finger's flick, so, they were outta the question to commence this new orchestration forming.

Meaning, he had to use his most valuable asset if he desired to stand a chance against these foes. Ones he was responsible for creating, how ironic, that he would have to face off against the very pawns he once deemed so valuable. That being said, for Hana to be properly dealt with, there required a variable. The power she wielded as the being atop the realm of supremacy was unmatched. If he wanted to stand even a fraction of a chance against her, not only would he have to summon the might of his Incarnated Artifact's dormant power, but he'd have to resort to expending some valuable assets.

His finger pressed the home button, watching as the smartphone flickered its screen on, his thumb's tip repeatedly searched, dialing the numbers, now, finally, putting the device to his ear.

"Hey, I need your help."

Those white eyes that reflected the shade of the damned Requiem energy opened, pieces of lightning sparking all around the space surrounding his face, the Judge was awakened at the call from his Founder.

June felt the tendrils snake out the tips of her pale fingers, entangling around those chimneys, yanking her weight forward, the wind blew her white strands as her body flew to her intended destination. Rolling to a standing posture, peering over the edge of the rooftop with squinted emerald eyes, the thud of the Master's bare feet against the platform to her side didn't warrant a reaction.

"What exactly are we ninjaing around for? We know Alex is in the Opera House, so why don't we just head there?" Curiously asked June of the superior fighter, Master Saiai scratching her chin, stroking her imaginary beard as she examined her surroundings.

"We're aiding Team Black in their assault, while they go in more front and center with their destruction, we're to be more discreet... and quicker. June, BEHIND YOU!"

The blinding illumination crashed into her eyes, leading June to cover her eyes with her arm, the pink-colored petals of a flower reflected in the back of her darker pupils, extending but one palm forward to send a projection of the plant. Just barely able to dodge from the side, his fingers clasped together to form a sign, another ping-sounding audio exiting from the touch of spirits, Saiai widened her light-colored orbs, exposing her teeth. Icarus, in all his malicious glory, resorted to the dirtiest of strategies in an attempt to uphold the heavenly wishes of the beloved Founder.

'Flaming Projection - Magma Dragon Roar!'

A swirling fireball in the formation of an ancient temple spirit, crying with a wide-open mouth, fangs burning with the combined heat of a thousand suns, June simply sliced right through it with a blackened edge, highlighted by emerald aura. But as the smoke cleared so easily, there was his wide-toothed smirk, mischievously giggling as his hand grabbed her face with a single grab, his fingers sunk into the reaches of her skin, allowing her to draw blood. This time, he didn't flail around her body like she were a corpse, he simply kicked her off the edge but slammed the tips of his toes into her gut, watching as she so easily crashed her back into the pavement of the below street.

With her out of the equation, all that remained was the Master. Dodging one of her punches aimed at his face's side was one thing, especially considering she wasn't utilizing her full strength, but infusing his attacks with enough of his power to keep her enclosed in that designated range... could he truly complete such a bothersome assignment?

Chrollo pounced with a ferocious snarl left behind, baring claws as he scratched at her chest, all these movements occurring in real-time for him had slowed down to the speed of the time it took for a bee's wings to finish a flapping motion. At first glance, all it seemed she was doing was channeling a deep breath, bust puffed out to the extreme, but that look in her eyes said otherwise, but, if that weren't enough, maybe that abrupt increase in Vita output did. The next thing he knew, the weight kept contained in an arm's muscles were transferred to his cheek, leaving a hole in his face's side, a rippling effect leaving the skin to warp unnaturally. It was like a star ripped off the side of the sun to crash land onto his skin specifically, that abnormal sting, this paranormal heat accompanying the punch as her knuckles dug into his skull.

Taking a glance at her Vita, the outfit she decided to don, there was nothing- no fragments that indicated to her foe that she wielded such power, not specific to an angelic woman like her with such unparalleled strength. No, that power didn't belong to those feminine, fragile fingers. He could tell, the consciousness returning to the frontal lobe, sight, albeit hazy, the same. Blood trickling from his sliced-open head to make a drop in the puddle covering the backs of sprawled-out legs, amid his weakened chuckles, as he raised his back from his crater, he could only make one deduction.

'Heh... you're a monster!'

To Be Continued.