Part 2: Crimson Plague & Nightshade VS Awakened Yurgion

Nightshade and Crimson Plague lunged toward Yurgion, their movements swift and precise.

Nightshade was the first to strike, landing two rapid blows to Yurgion's ribs, causing him to stagger. Crimson Plague seized the opportunity, teleporting behind Yurgion and driving his foot into his back. Before Yurgion could react, Crimson Plague teleported again, appearing in front of him and delivering a devastating uppercut that sent him hurtling into the sky.

"Nice moves. But don't you think smoking is bad for your age?" Nightshade asked, a mocking grin on his face.

Crimson Plague scoffed. "I'm 150 years old."

"Sure... but you physically look like a teen," Nightshade quipped.

"Take a look at yourself then," Crimson Plague retorted before dashing toward Yurgion and delivering a flurry of blows, finishing with a whirlwind kick that sent Yurgion crashing through multiple buildings before slamming into the ground.

Ogamak stood nearby, watching with amusement. "Getting beaten by two anomalies, I see," he mused. "Don't worry, I can give you my power."

Ogamak extended his palm, placing it on Yurgion's forehead. "Be grateful you're receiving this. It will boost your strength beyond imagination."

A sinister surge of power coursed through Yurgion's body, his aura flaring violently. He slowly stood, his forehead now marked with Ogamak's imprint.

"Thank you, Ogamak," Yurgion said, his voice darker, more menacing. He turned back to the battlefield, his smirk widening.

Nightshade and Crimson Plague immediately sensed the shift. "This guy is now stronger than us..." Nightshade muttered.

Crimson Plague sighed, cracking his knuckles. "Let's just get this over with."

Yurgion grinned cruelly. "You're dying here."

In a flash, Yurgion appeared behind Crimson Plague and delivered a bone-crushing strike to his spine. Crimson Plague cried out in pain, staggering forward as his ribs cracked under the force.

"Damn it! He's fast!" Crimson Plague growled.

Nightshade lunged at Yurgion, his foot aimed for a powerful kick, but Yurgion didn't even flinch. Instead, he grabbed Nightshade mid-air and drove his fist into his gut, launching him through several buildings.

Yurgion teleported in front of him before he could recover and unleashed a devastating punch to Nightshade's face. The sheer force shattered multiple stars in the sky, distorting the very fabric of space.

Nightshade rose slowly, his corruption now seeping from his body like a black mist. His pupils glowed with an eerie light as his power surged.

Yurgion took a step back, still smirking. "Oh? Have I finally pissed you off?"

"You've crossed the line, Yurgion," Nightshade growled, his aura exploding outward. The sheer energy sent Yurgion skidding backward, shaking the entire battlefield. His corruption spread across his body, half of his face now masked by the dark force within him.

Nightshade walked forward menacingly, his presence overwhelming. "Get ready."

Crimson Plague stepped up beside him, his own power radiating with a crimson glow. "We're going to beat you to death. Hope you're ready."

Yurgion teleported behind Nightshade, aiming for a lethal blow. But before his fist could connect, Nightshade dodged with inhuman speed, countering with a vicious kick to Yurgion's face. Crimson Plague appeared next to him, driving his fist into Yurgion's ribs, sending him flying through the air.

Yurgion quickly recovered, shooting fifty dark, razor-sharp tentacles toward Nightshade.

Nightshade grabbed a broken shard of glass from the battlefield and hurled it toward the tentacles. The glass spun through the air, slicing through each tendril before embedding itself into Yurgion's face.

"AGH!" Yurgion roared in pain.

"He's distracted—GO!" Crimson Plague shouted.

Nightshade dashed forward and unleashed a relentless beatdown, his fists and feet striking with the force of a thousand blows. Each impact sent shockwaves rippling through the battlefield. The final blow sent Yurgion crashing through multiple mountains, each one shattering upon impact.

Nightshade teleported behind him, gripping the back of Yurgion's shirt. With a powerful swing, he hurled Yurgion into space.

"Let's go," Nightshade said as he and Crimson Plague followed him into the cosmos.

They hovered above Yurgion, who floated amidst the void, blood trickling from his wounds. Yet, his expression was still smug.

"Heh… You're strong in your true form," Yurgion admitted, chuckling. "But is this all you've got? You're holding back like a bunch of idiots."

"And why would I need my full power?" Crimson Plague asked, crushing his crimson cigarette beneath his boot. "You're just a weakling who lucked out with power."

Yurgion's expression darkened. "Fools."

In an instant, he launched at Crimson Plague with blinding speed, striking from every angle. Crimson Plague blocked the first few hits but was quickly overwhelmed. Yurgion's final strike sent him spiraling through the cosmos.

Nightshade intervened, delivering a powerful kick that sent Yurgion hurtling into the moon. Crimson Plague recovered, teleporting in front of Yurgion to land a devastating punch, the force of which cracked the moon's surface. Nightshade teleported behind him and hurled him toward Jupiter, the impact splitting the planet's gaseous atmosphere.

Yurgion let out a guttural roar, his negative energy surging outward, distorting space itself. Galaxies trembled. Planets shattered. The universe quaked beneath his fury.

"He's becoming stronger..." Nightshade observed.

"I don't care. Let's end this," Crimson Plague said coldly.

Nightshade teleported in front of Yurgion and began a fierce assault. But this time, Yurgion blocked every attack with ease, countering with a vicious blow to Nightshade's face. He grabbed Nightshade's throat and slammed him into Neptune's surface.

Crimson Plague intercepted Yurgion's next attack, delivering a brutal uppercut followed by a flurry of kicks to his jaw. "AGH!" Yurgion groaned, but Crimson Plague wasn't done.

Crimson Plague unleashed a devastating beatdown, each strike shaking the very fabric of reality. The final, powerful spinning hook kick sent Yurgion flying outside the solar system, disappearing into the void.

Nightshade and Crimson Plague hovered in the wreckage of space, surveying the destruction. "That should keep him busy," Nightshade said.

Crimson Plague nodded but remained tense. "Yeah… but we're still not done. He's still alive."

From the darkness of the cosmos, a familiar sinister laugh echoed. The battle wasn't over yet.