Boa

The cave was quiet.

Too quiet.

"There is… nothing here."

Boa's voice echoed off the jagged walls, warped by the unnatural pressure of the wind element thick in the air. He lumbered through the gloom, grotesque and round, sniffing and scanning, his fat, stubby fingers dragging along the stone.

But nothing. No pulse. No breath. No prey.

He slumped to the ground, a slow ripple running through his massive belly as it settled with a meaty **plop**.

He sat in silence.

Waiting.

Even a fly would've excited him.

His eyes narrowed. "Kyak… Ever since I arrived in this region…"

He paused.

He remembered the lake—he hadn't seen before. Vast. Still. Full with the purest water element, unnaturally potent.

And now, this cave. The very air bristled with wind essence. Elemental saturation.

"…Is this why Father sent me here?"

That's when the black hole appeared.

A ripple in space tore open just meters from where he sat—and out stepped a man… and a beast. 

Boa's head snapped up. His blood-red eyes dilated.

"Kyak—A *human*!?"

His screech echoed through the cave like metal dragged across bone.

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I stepped from the swirling void, the portal fading behind me like mist swept from glass. The air hit sharp, thick with pressure.

My senses flared.

And in the corner of my vision—him.

A hulking, fleshy creature, crouched at the far wall, its eyes locked on mine.

It vanished.

Reflex took over.

"Tina—!"

I threw her back into the black hole with a flick of my wrist, sending her tumbling to safety before it closed.

"Close!"

**BOOM!**

The force struck like a meteor.

My body shattered through the cave mouth, flung into the open like dead weight. I twisted midair, landed hard, and skidded to a stop.

I spat to the ground—blood.

**DUM.**

**DUM.**

**DUM.**

Each footstep shook the canyon. A mountain of grotesque flesh approached.

He grinned.

"I am Boa. Son of Incatos—the Wretched One," it sneered. "You should feel honored, weak and miserable mortal. My lord has chosen you to die by my hand."

It raised its butcher's axe. "You should feel blessed. Kyak!"

"So, you wish for my death… without reason."

I smiled.

"So be it."

I vanished.

My body moved on instinct—eager to test what I had become.

**Killer Series: First Form – Killing Fist.**

I appeared mid-strike. My fist crashed into his jaw with the force of artillery. Boa's head snapped back, his body ricocheting across the rock floor like a pebble casted upon water.

Before he even landed—I vanished again.

**BOOM!**

My fist punched through the afterimage. He was gone.

"Fast," I muttered.

Too fast for that body.

Behind me—

WHAM!

Boa's fist collided with my ribs, sending me soaring into the sky. I felt the crack. Blood splattered from my lips. My bones trembled.

And still—I grinned.

Euphoria.

I could feel it. The sensation crawling under my skin. The Gagarion's influence. The battle-high.

"Come, Boa!" I roared.

Spider Carapace.

Black armor webbed across my body. My senses flared, dialed to precision. Every twitch of wind, every shift of weight—I felt it.

Boa's aura boiled around him. Bloodlust poured from his every pore.

The plane grew still.

His eyes narrowed, pupils shrinking to nothing.

"Your strength is impressive, human," he growled. "But that's all."

"You talk too much."

I raised my finger.

**Nether Beam.**

Energy gathered to a pinpoint—dark, shrieking, alive. The very air recoiled from it. The orb trembled in my hand like something barely leashed.

Boa's face contorted in panic.

The skull pendant on his chest flared bright—activating a dome of ancient energy around him.

Coward.

He raised his axe. "I must kill him. I must kill him now. How is a mortal this strong—!?"

**FZZZZZZ—BOOM!**

The beam pierced the dome. Like popping a balloon, it shattered.

Boa tried to flee.

Too late.

The beam curved.

Straight into his open mouth.

BOOM!

His jaw exploded, torn from his skull in a burst of flesh and bone. For a moment, it hung by threads of meat.

But Boa—he wasn't done.

He grabbed his own jaw, held it up, and reattached it.

I grinned.

This was going to be fun.

Good thing I sent Tina back.

Because this thing… wasn't even trying yet.

"I will mutilate you," Boa growled, voice warped and broken, "and offer your soul to my god."

Rusted armour shimmered into existence around his torso, marked in runes that screamed of decay and divinity. His arms and chest were covered. Only his massive belly remained exposed.

First Form: Wretched Armament.

We vanished.

A storm of motion. Blades met flesh. Fists met bone. Dust erupted with every clash.

Boa gained the upper hand.

I gritted my teeth—and equipped Cil.

Her blade sang the moment she appeared in my grip. A hum of war.

Killer Series: First Form – Killing Cut.

I slashed—aimed straight for his neck.

Gone.

He appeared at my side.

His axe arced down—targeting my shoulder.

Too slow.

But almost.

The blade skimmed me—flesh parted. A layer peeled back. Blood dripped.

And then… regrew.

Just like his.

I looked at the exposed muscle knitting itself back together. I felt no pain.

Just *ecstasy*.

"Boa! I'm enjoying this!" I screamed.

The brain was working now. The Gagarion brain. It pulsed, fed, craved.

I vanished.

Web Manipulation. Web Production.

Into the forest.

I laid my trap.

Boa followed—wild, unhinged, stupid.

If only he knew what I had planned.

If only he could see the web tightening.

I grinned—mad and hungry.