Gorrevil's end

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Jack held a trembling Kriti, their eyes reflecting the fear shared by Rick, Wekin, and Brock. Paragon, though small, fluttered in front of the group, trying to shield them despite its limited power. Hipeon, Pandrull, Zekrin, and Giratus were battered, their strength nearly drained from the relentless battle.

As Gorrevil raised his arm for the final blow, a blinding golden light pierced the oppressive darkness.

"ENOUGH!" a deep, commanding voice boomed.

Everyone turned to see a majestic figure standing at the cave's entrance. Gold Horn, the white reindeer with radiant golden horns, stood tall. His fur shimmered like freshly fallen snow, and his antlers glowed with an intense, fiery light that illuminated the entire cave.

Gorrevil snarled, his form twisting with fury. "You dare interfere, Gold Horn?"

Gold Horn stepped forward, his hooves igniting golden flames with each step. "I will not let you harm my friends, Gorrevil. Your reign of terror ends now."

With a roar, Gorrevil lunged forward, his massive shadowy claws reaching for Gold Horn. But Gold Horn leaped gracefully, his antlers radiating a wave of searing heat that cut through the darkness.

Gorrevil howled as the golden light scorched his tendrils. "Your light is no match for the void!" he growled, summoning dark projectiles that shot toward Gold Horn like spears.

Gold Horn spun, his antlers creating a golden shield that deflected the projectiles, each one disintegrating into harmless sparks upon contact. "Light will always conquer darkness," Gold Horn said firmly, his voice unwavering.

He charged forward, lowering his golden horns. With immense speed, he struck Gorrevil in the chest, sending the beast crashing into the cave wall. The impact caused the ground to quake, and rocks tumbled from above.

Gorrevil rose, more enraged than ever. He summoned a massive wave of darkness, attempting to engulf Gold Horn completely. But Gold Horn's golden horns began to glow brighter, reaching a blinding intensity.

"Solar Nova!" Gold Horn bellowed.

A massive explosion of golden light erupted from his antlers, flooding the cave with searing heat and light. The darkness wave shattered like glass, and Gorrevil shrieked in agony as the light tore through his form, leaving him weakened and exposed.

Seizing the opportunity, Gold Horn launched forward again. His antlers sliced through the shadows enveloping Gorrevil, and with a final burst of power, he unleashed a devastating golden beam that pierced straight through the heart of the beast.

Gorrevil let out one last, deafening roar before his form disintegrated into black mist, which was quickly consumed by the lingering golden light.

Silence fell over the cave as the group stared in awe. Gold Horn turned to them, his antlers still glowing faintly. "The fight is over. You are safe now."

Jack and the others rushed to him, their gratitude overflowing. Hipeon, Pandrull, Zekrin, and Giratus bowed their heads in respect. Paragon said "thanks gold horn"

Gold Horn gave a nod. "But remember, true strength lies not in power, but in unity. Together, you can face any darkness."

The cave began to tremble again, but this time, the golden light from Gold Horn cleared the blocked exit, allowing everyone to escape into the dawn outside. The first rays of sunlight mingled with Gold Horn's glow, a reminder of the triumph of light over shadow.

After Gorrevil's death all the darkness creature disappeared, and drevid also get's out of hypnosis.

The aftermath of the battle was eerily quiet. The once-roaring jungle now sat still under the blanket of moonlight, its silence broken only by the faint rustle of leaves. Near the charred remains of Gorrevil, the others stood, their breaths heavy but victorious. Unbeknownst to them, sharp eyes were watching.

Atop a high tree, partially concealed in the shadows, crouched Jagkindile.(If you don't remember jagkindile go check chapter 15, he's the one told Gorrevil that his family and friends are killed by other animals without any reason) Only his legs were visible—sleek, muscular, and powerful. His claws gleamed under the faint moonlight, digging slightly into the bark as if restraining the immense energy coursing through him.

Suddenly, with a silent leap, Jagkindile vanished into the dense canopy. Tree to tree, he bounded, his movements fluid and terrifyingly fast. Each leap covered vast distances as if the jungle itself parted to accommodate his ferocity. Hours passed—four, maybe five—but Jagkindile did not tire.

Finally, he reached a hidden cave. A swirling portal of faint golden light shimmered inside, casting an otherworldly glow. Without hesitation, Jagkindile dived into the portal, his form disappearing into the rippling energy.

On the other side was an entirely different part of the jungle—a realm frozen in eternal frost. Glacial winds howled across the icy expanse, and stalactites of ice hung ominously from cavern ceilings. Jagkindile continued to run, his pace unrelenting, until he reached a massive icy cavern. The temperature dropped even further as he entered, his breath forming visible plumes in the frigid air.

Inside, amidst walls of glittering ice, stood Blizzare.

The alpha mutant polar bear was a terrifying sight. His towering frame was covered in a thick layer of fur and ice, the latter forming jagged bergs that protruded from his back and shoulders. His claws were razor-sharp icicles, glinting with deadly precision. His canines, also forged of solid ice, glimmered in the faint light of the cavern. Despite his formidable presence, there was a somber air about him—Blizzare's massive form exuded a quiet loneliness.

Jagkindile came to a halt, his claws clicking lightly on the icy ground. He stood tall, his golden eyes gleaming with a malevolent glint. His voice was a low growl, dripping with malice.

"Gorrevil... is no more."

Blizzare's head snapped toward Jagkindile, his icy blue eyes widening. For a moment, there was only silence. Then, a low, guttural growl echoed through the cavern. It wasn't anger—it was anguish.

"You're lying," Blizzare rumbled, his voice deep and strained, like glaciers cracking. "Gorrevil can't be—"

Jagkindile cut him off, stepping closer, his tone venomous.

"I saw it with my own eyes, stupid bear. He fell in battle. Torn apart by those humans and their gold horn. Your friend is gone."

Blizzare's growl grew louder, shaking the very walls of the cavern. Frost spread along the ground beneath him as his emotions surged.

"He was my only..." Blizzare's voice broke for a moment, his massive claws scraping against the icy ground. "He was the only one who understood."

Jagkindile circled him slowly, his movements deliberate, like a predator savoring the torment of its prey.

"And now you're all alone," he said, his voice smooth, almost mocking. "Just like the rest of us in this cursed jungle. But don't let your grief distract you. There's a new order coming. The death of Gorrevil is just the beginning."

Blizzare turned toward Jagkindile, his icy frame trembling with suppressed fury. Despite his immense size, it was clear that Jagkindile was the superior predator, his aura radiating power that dwarfed even the mighty bear.

"Careful, Jagkindile," Blizzare warned, his tone laced with a mixture of sorrow and threat. "Don't mistake my grief for weakness."

Jagkindile stopped, a cruel smile tugging at his lips.

"Grief makes us weak, Blizzare. But you'll see soon enough."

With that, Jagkindile turned, his tail flicking as he prepared to leave the icy cavern. His final words echoed behind him, chilling Blizzare more than the cold ever could.

"The jungle has changed. And now, so must we."

The shadows swallowed Jagkindile as he vanished, leaving Blizzare alone in the icy stillness, his mournful roar reverberating through the frozen expanse.after jagkindile left, blizzare silently walks towards a river at midnight, looking at his own reflection speaks up "I will avenge you my friend!"

The warm glow of the morning sun spilled over the dense jungle, painting the leaves in golden hues. The air was alive with the songs of chirping birds and the rustle of gentle breezes through the trees. Near a small clearing, a sense of peace hung over the group.

Wekin sat cross-legged by a smoldering fire pit, lazily stirring the embers. Brock leaned against a tree trunk, sharpening his blade with steady strokes. Nearby, Hipeon,lay sprawled out, his glowing fur catching the sunlight, while Gold Horn, stood alert, his golden antlers gleaming in the morning light. The rest of the group still slumbered, their breaths steady and rhythmic.

Above them, the faint fluttering of wings announced Paragon's return. The small creature, with the colorful body of a macaw and the fierce tail of a dragon, descended gracefully, clutching a small bundle of fruits in his talons. He landed lightly on the ground, dropping the fruits before the group.

"Breakfast is served," Paragon chirped proudly, puffing out his chest.

Hipeon raised a skeptical eyebrow and sniffed at the fruits. "Uh... you sure these are edible?"

Paragon blinked, looking almost offended. "Yeah? What's wrong with them?"

Hipeon rolled his eyes, his tail swishing lazily. "Never mind. It's better that I hunt some fish to eat." He stretched, his lithe body rippling with power, and rose to his feet. "Be right back," he said, padding off toward the lake, his movements as silent as the wind.

The scene shifted back to Gold Horn and the others. Brock was leaning closer to inspect one of the fruits when a sudden rustle in the underbrush caught everyone's attention. Emerging from the foliage was a sleek blue fox with three elegant tails swaying behind him. His piercing silver eyes were filled with urgency.

"Master Gold Horn," the fox began, bowing slightly, "there's a problem."

Gold Horn tilted his head, his golden eyes narrowing. "What is it?"

The fox stepped closer, his voice trembling as he spoke. "Many animals... they're turning to ice. It's spreading through the jungle."

A heavy silence fell over the group. Wekin and Brock exchanged uneasy glances, while Paragon perched on a low branch, his usual cheer dimmed by the fox's words.

Gold Horn's posture stiffened, his antlers catching the morning light as he considered the troubling news. "Ice?" he repeated, his voice calm but tinged with concern.

"Yes," the fox confirmed, his tails twitching nervously. "I don't know what's causing it, but it's unnatural. No creature I know of has this kind of power."

Gold Horn's eyes widened, and for a moment, a shadow of doubt crossed his usually composed face. The jungle was vast, filled with countless mythical creatures, yet none he had encountered possessed the ability to freeze life itself.

"This... this isn't natural," Gold Horn murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

"What do we do?" Wekin asked, standing.

Gold Horn didn't answer immediately. His gaze drifted toward the horizon, where the dense jungle gave way to the unknown. "We must investigate," he said finally, his voice resolute. "Whatever is causing this must be stopped—before it consumes the entire jungle."

The fox nodded, though his expression remained grim. "I'll lead you to the affected area. But be warned—it's not just animals turning to ice. Some are... changing."

"Changing?" Brock asked, his brow furrowing.

"They're not themselves anymore," the fox explained, his voice dropping to a whisper. "They're becoming something else. Something... darker."

Gold Horn's expression hardened. "Gather everyone," he commanded. "We leave immediately"

(The end of this chapter, I know it's really short but, atleast it's good, right? I hope you like the chapter, I did a lot of work in this chapter, and yes this is the last chapter of this volume)