Don Golzulin's Abrupt Disappearance

The chaotic raid occurred in front of the solidified projection of the golden spiraling like an oyster that was flipped upside down. On the upper part of the oyster, an aqua-blue wormhole whirled like a storming ocean that was currently being shielded by the crimson bubble projection on the top by the imminent threat in the front.

More specifically, the ongoing threat occurred near the five giant projections, which showed that Triumph Makers currently stood valiantly. Beneath the projection of heroes, the decapitated heads of the U-V droids stranded alongside its body that were being smashed into smithereens, or their chests were torn apart.

Ear-piercing noises of the bolting droids alongside the ramparting energies blared throughout the museum. Even vast shockwaves and stampeding explosion waves loomed all over the spot, hurling the severed heads of the U-V droids that discharged the sprawling electricities on their necks.

A group of U-V droids kept continuously unleashing the wave of bolting bullets through their gatling barrel-shaped hands. All of the bullets tried to penetrate the barricading shadowy-purple tornado on the front, however they were deflected without any difficulty. The tornado slowly moved closer to the remaining droids, generating the whipping-like construct from the right.

Without hesitation, the tornado thrashed the lengthened construct, severing the entire U-V droids' heads and ending the barrage of droids. Afterward, the tornado retrieved the whip construct and dispersed into a speck of dust, witnessing the droid army drop lifelessly to the ground.

The tornado dismissed its presence, unraveling the bulky person who planted a disgruntled furrow at his fallen opponent. He was none other than Don Golzulin who was already engulfed by his shadowy suit, crossing his arms and shaking his head in disappointment toward his recently fallen foes.

Although he didn't wear any mask to shield his identity, his neck was attached by the pitch black shadowy scarf emitting violet energies, maintaining the silver artwork of the man grabbing his opponent's head in the middle. A black tight suit with a glimmering logo of the aqua-blue planet splitting into two covered Don Golzulin's upper part. Five heads of human skeletons horizontally attached to his stomach, embarking the shadowy beams.

Sable long leather pants with the glistening navy blue tombstone motif on their entire surface tightly packed his bulky lower part, funneling a shadowy spark between his thigh. Instead of wearing a shoe, Don Golzulin chose a group of spiky blue chains piked onto the upper part of his feet.

A pair of small black pillars hauled on his spines, projecting the tiny skull-shape projection on their tips. As Don Golzulin stepped forward, more shadowy flares embarked on the pillar tips and gathered more shadowy energies. He coldly scowled toward the fallen U-V droids before pausing his steps.

Don Golzulin locked his bloodshot glare toward the giant projection of the Triumph Maker members. Cautious eyebrows were formed onto The Shadowy Fighter the longer he resentfully pondered at the projection, clenching his knuckles that emitted strings of black energies on his wrists.

"This is the new Triumph Makers," Don Golzulin uttered bleakly, tilting his sight at the projection of Prila and VWX. "Most of them are young heroes. They are not even om their thirties."

Don Golzulin rubbed his chin and winced, "It seems the world is significantly changing again."

"Young heroes are now as strong as the ones who are at the age of 40-60s," Don Golzulin assumed. "Possibly because of my frightening presence, most of them trained their power to the fullest."

The Shadowy Fighter irritatedly clenched his fist and whispered, "If I never forcibly put to sleep in 10 years, I could have even become a more unstoppable monster, a worse Nightmare than the one I bring to Anthonian."

"I'm still proud of myself for depowering and bringing fear to the previous Triumph Makers members especially Sirgion," Don Golzulin praised himself, tapping his chest and brazenly smiling. 

"Seeing people fear the extension of my power warms my heart and pleases my unrelenting desire," The Shadowy Figther proclaimed proudly, casting hundreds of shadowy sparks fleeting beneath his arms, shakily hoisting his fist for a brief time.

"Stay right there, Dreadful Nightmare of Anthonian!!" A warning voice of the young man echoed into Don Golzulin's ears.

The Shadowy Fighter switched his sight to afar left and pressed his heedful eyebrows toward the two new opponents, taking one step closer to obtain a clearer view. Don Golzulin concisely watched the two members of Triumph Makers, VWX and Mina Rodax present their fighting stances.

Mina Rodax even blistered the storm of bluish particles throughout her suit, glimmering the bright blue gleams, fixating at The Shadowy Figther. Even VWX emanated the white beam of light through his glasses. Their presence provoked Don Golzulin to bend his neck to the left.

"And you two must be the current members of Triumph Makers?" Don Golzulin asked, flickering the blinking black flow of energy within his eyes. "Interesting, very interesting to show up here."

"I like a young one who courageously comes to me for meeting their imminent death," The Shadowy Fighter taunted hushedly. "To make their death more satisfying, I have to a taste of horrific fear."

VWX chuckled in ridicule and was baffled. "Seriously, your entire motivation of becoming a living nightmare only bringing?"

"That's too simplistic," VWX commented"You must have a so-called tragic backstory?"

"My past is not an important part," The Shadowy Figther countered. "Besides, having this simple motivation gave me a sole purpose to live in this world, young man."

However, an unnerving disturbance compelled Don Golzulin as he rubbed his head, cringing in dizziness. Furthermore, The Shadowy Figther felt his being spun around when Mina Rodax shoved her hand forward, embarking the gust of gales that blew through her surroundings.

The Telepathic Hero propelled her hand forward and delivered the gale that slightly pushed Don Golzulin away. Energy flows from The Shadowy Figther's eyes vanish into thin air after receiving the slight push. It alerted Don Golzulin to stomp the ground and elevated his shadow-filtered knuckle to the front of his face.

"You must be the strong telepath who blocked my mind-scanning power, young woman?" Don Golzulin guessed, pointing his fingers toward The Telepathic Hero who retrieved her hand.

Mina Rodax nodded and responded, "I won't allow you to figure out our plan, Nightmare of Anthonian."

"Also your current intention is not to try to kill us," The Telepathic hero stated and continued with a vexed tone.

"Instead, you wanted to kill Pendoswing?" Mina Rodax added, triggering The Laser Master to puff in surprise.

Don Golzulin chortled and centered his relaxed eyebrows toward The Telepathic Hero, enlarging the shadowy skeleton constructs on his back. The Shadowy Figther folded his hand and stretched until the loud noise of bone being pulled blared on the scene, grimly rolling his neck.

"You, young heroes might included as my target, but I'm curious to know more about the man who called himself, Pendoswing," The Shadowy Fighter exclaimed. "The man whom I'm most curious to bring a taste of fear upon him."

"Before we settle our matter in bloodshed, will you tell me a piece of information about the Pendoswing person?" The Shadowy Figther proposed, elevating his open hand and raising his watchful eyes. 

"Because I'm most likely aware you two, young heroes already encountered him," Don Golzulin added, observing The Laser Master who grunted in deep rage. "From what I've seen, you two seemingly know well about Pendoswing."

At first, The Laser Master grumbled and attempted to step forward, but his lover quickly tapped his right shoulder. VWX locked his infuriated expression toward The Telepath Hero who shook her head and pressed his shoulder. More flare impatient fueled his mind as he clasped Mina Rodax's hand.

"Please just tell him a little bit about our encounter with Pendoswing. We can have a better inspection of his power and capability too," Mina Rodax telepathically insisted. 

"Remember, two of us confronting him first only for buy sometimes for the others to show up, Layfree," The Telepathic Hero added before she blissfully giggled. "Also you can explain in your special way."

VWX groaned and rolled his eyes, "Fine, fine, Cangatha."

The telepathic conversation ended shortly with The Laser Master clearing his throat and washing away his irritated mood from inhabiting the depth of his thought. He snarkily sniggered and pinched his chin when glowering at The Shadowy Fighter, bursting out a high-pitch cackle.

"Oh, so you are so curious to know about Pendoswing?" VWX taunted and continued. "I shall share the information with you."

"In the simplest explanation, you are like a little ant in his eyes," The Laser Master sneered. "Compared to him, you are a hundred times weaker as he possessed a cosmic power that can wipe out the entire universe without breaking a sweat!!"

"Or to be more precise, Pendoswing can bring an even more frightening fear than you! And if you want to know how his cosmic power works, don't bother. It's to absurd to understand " The Laser Master mocked.

"Here is my suggestion if you face Pendoswing alone, just give up man," The Laser Master suggested. "Facing him will only hurt your pride so bad especially when he played around."

Don Golzulin painted his stunned frown through his face, tremoring his knuckles and reducing the brightness of the dark torches. A small flood of sweat poured on The Shadowy Figther's forehead as he was drowned into discomfort and dread. The Laser Master beamed in gratification the longer he watched his opponent.

Unbeknownst to the two heroes and Don Golzulin, The Ace Duelist, Viscable silently floated behind the leg of the giant heroic projection. He raised his hand wrapped by a black watch and pressed the portal icon. Small bluish particles bestrewed through The Ace Duelist's watch as he fired off the magenta particles from the triangular backpack, resuming to perceive the ongoing conversation.

Don Golzulin hesitantly sighed, "You might try to discourage me with your pathetic attempt of mocking, however, your words are not a complete lie."

"Therefore, I'm thankful for your short information," Don Golzulin stated gladly and muttered. "Now, it's for me to bring a nightmarish fear to you."

The battle between The Nightmare of Anthonian and the two Triumph Makers commenced with Don Golzulin running forward. Unfortunately, an uninvited interruption came by in the form of The Ace Duelist abruptly flying behind Don Golzulin and instantly materializing a portal door beneath them.

VWX and Mina Rodax hassled to The Shadowy Fighter who formed a eyebrows when he turned around. Viscable relentlessly grasped his confused foe on his left wrist. Despite Don Golzulin's hefty body structure, The Ace Duelist yanked him easily into the depths of the portal.

The Ace Duelist also dove through the active portal, alerting Mina Rodax to flap hand to back and throw her body further by the gale behind her. The two heroes were too late to intervene with the portal dematerialized from the crime scene. The Telepathic Hero and The Laser Master could only halt their approaching motion, trading their surprised expressions after Viscable arrival and recent disappearance.

"Did your old friend want to face Nightmare of Anthonian alone?" Mina Rodax asked in concern.

"Perhaps yes," VWX answered, peeking at the same sport of the portal and panting. "The only thing hope Gdark can defeat Don Golzulin alone, Cangatha"

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