The fight for His Soul

The air crackled with dark energy as Sly's desperate attack surged through the room. Vardy's senses were on high alert, unimaginable thought circled him, the full weight of his power pressing down on him. Every fiber of his being screamed for him to unleash more force, to overwhelm Sly and end this madness once and for all. But a part of him hesitated, just for a moment. The darkness that roamed within him was potent, but it was not the only force inside of him now.

The warlock's magic stared and twisted, striking out in waves that threatened to swallow everything in its path. The walls around them cracked and splintered, the very foundation of the chamber groaning under the weight of the unleashed power. Luthor gritted his teeth, his bow pulled tight, eyes scanning the battlefield for any opening.

"You can't win, Vardy," Sly growled, his voice filled with maddened conviction. "You will never control it. You will be mine, just like everything else."

Vardy felt the pulse of Sly's dark energy pressing in on him, but beneath it, there was something else. It was faint at first, like a whisper, but as he concentrated, it became clearer. Ferah's voice echoed in his mind.

"You've already won, Vardy. You don't need to control it. You need to let go."

The realization hit him like a thunderbolt. Controlling had always been the enemy. The power he had was not something to be dominated, it was something to be embraced, understood, and ultimately, allowed to flow freely without being controlled.

With a sharp inhale of air, Vardy focused. He closed his eyes, letting go of the grip he'd held on his power, allowing the raw energy to pour into him instead of fighting it for himself. The power of the Dark Warlock moved within him. Was no longer a burden, but a force to be harnessed without resistance. His eyes snapped open, glowing a fearless crimson as his body pulsed with raw energy.

Sly's eyes widened in horror. "No… You can't…don't do this..."

Before Sly could finish his sentence, Vardy's power exploded outward, a wave of dark light that destroyed the air itself. The dark magic clashing against it evaporated like smoke in the wind. Sly was thrown back, his form crumbling under the weight of Vardy's unleashed energy. The warlock's cries were drowned by the force of the blast, and he fell to the ground, defeated, broken, and devastated.

But Vardy didn't stop. He continues, his footsteps were heavy and deliberate as if the very earth trembled beneath his power. The dark energy moved around him like a storm, a dark long thin, and flexible structure that resembles thread coiled out. reaching out to reclaim the remnants of Sly's magic.

"You should've known better," Vardy muttered coldly, his voice laced with a chilling calm. "I am not your pawn."

Sly, weakened and barely conscious, struggled to lift his head. His eyes, once filled with arrogance, were now pools of despair. "You… can't destroy me… It's too late…"

"It's never too late," Vardy replied, his voice unwavering. He took another step forward, his power radiating like a palpable force. "This ends now."

Without another word, he gathered all of his energy into a single point, and with a burst of force, he released it. The blast of pure energy together with Sly, ripped through his body and dispersed the warlock's essence into the air. The dark magic that had once been so potent turned into nothingness.

Ferah, having shaken off the remnants of her own battle with Gardy, stood with her claws half-raised, watching as the dust settled.

"Is it over?" Ferah asked, her voice cautious.

Vardy took a slow breath, his glowing eyes dimming. He felt… different. The weight of the power still lingered within him, but it no longer felt oppressive. It was a part of him, like a weapon that had finally been forged into something he could yield with purpose.

"For now," he replied quietly, his gaze lingering on the now. vanquished Sly. "But I know this isn't the end of the war. There will be others. There will always be others who seek to control what they don't understand."

Luthor stepped forward, his expression more somber than before. "You've done what none of us could do. You've stopped him, you've saved us, you are truly Vardy."

"But I didn't do it alone," Vardy said, his voice filled with gratitude. He turned to Ferah, offering a small but heartfelt smile. "We're a team. And without each of you, this would've never been possible. Thank you, Guys, Vardy said"

Ferah nodded, her feline features softening. "You've grown, Vardy. I can see it now. You're not just the weapon Sly wanted you to be, you are the weapon. he wanted."

Vardy's smile faltered for a moment. "Maybe. But I still don't know if I'm the person I want to be."

Luthor's eyes softened, his inner strength breaking for a brief moment. "No one is ever fully sure of who they are, Vardy. But you've made your choice. You've fought for something greater than just survival."

Ferah glanced at the shattered remnants of the Colossus "sly". "And now we have a future to rebuild."

As the echoes of their final battle faded, the group stood in the last unending of the war that had changed them all. They had survived, but they knew that survival wasn't enough. There were still enemies lurking in the shadows and many more battles to come.

But for now, Vardy was at peace with himself. He had made his choice. He would no longer allow his power to control him, he would yield it with intention and purpose, for the sake of those he cared for.

As they turned to leave the ruined chamber, Vardy knew the road ahead would be long and filled with challenges. But he was ready. And this time, he wasn't walking alone.

He was with everything in him, he remembered his friends at the Oak Academy, 

He thought of how. They were doing it, and he had to take up the fight. Not only for himself but also for his late parents, his friends Tracy, Jesse, and Luthor who is now with him, he remembered how they talked to themselves about defending each other.

Maybe that is what brought Luthor here and he feels only if they were complete, if they only had themselves together all in one place, it would have been peaceful, he wished to have all his friends around and completely…

Hopefully, we will meet again, he murmurs to himself and believes just as Luthor had found him, the rest will.

I miss them a lot, forgetting about the new energy he had drained within him, forgetting he had a long way to go in clearing all what now seems like a forever journey, as vengeance for his parents looks like unveiling more unknown things about him which he still can't explain.

The new life flickering around me, the uncontrollable energy right within me, the condemnation of sly, the unimaginable presence of Vardy.

 The ball is way out of what he could handle 

Being prepared for what comes next…