The Titan and the Phantom
The city trembled beneath their battle.
High above the ruined landscape, a massive black-and-red fist crashed down like a meteor, shattering the ground in a deafening explosion.
Berserker roared.
The twin mechanical arms of her Ogre Gauntlets pulsed with energy, their immense weight bending the steel beneath her.
Across from her, Archer stood atop a crumbling rooftop.
Her emerald green visor gleamed under the moonlight. She adjusted her massive twin cannons, the barrels glowing with a faint, eerie light.
But neither of them were focused on each other.
Because their true enemy stood in the center.
A blur of shifting madness.
A Foreigner.
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A Being Not of This World
It did not belong here.
Its form flickered between realities, an ever-shifting silhouette of something that should not exist in this world.
A body wrapped in twisting, ink-black tendrils, shifting from solid to liquid in an unnatural rhythm. Its face was void, a hollow, depthless space where eyes should be.
It spoke, but the words were not words.
A voice that burrowed into the mind, whispering in a language that no human was meant to understand.
Berserker snarled.
She didn't care for the unnatural—she would crush it like anything else.
Archer, however, narrowed her eyes.
"This thing…" she muttered, lining up her sights. "It shouldn't exist."
The Foreigner shifted.
And then—it attacked.
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BOOM!
Berserker charged, her massive fists swinging forward with monstrous power. The Ogre Gauntlets slammed into the creature's shifting form—only to pass through it like mist.
"Tch—!"
Foreigner's body twisted unnaturally, its tendrils snapping outward in an instant.
SLASH!
A black tendril ripped through the air, carving through the steel supports beneath Berserker's feet. She leapt back, avoiding the collapsing structure—but the creature was already moving.
"Move."
Archer's voice was calm—but the power behind her next attack was not.
Her twin cannons glowed, crackling with energy.
"Lock-on."
She fired.
A storm of high-speed energy rounds tore through the battlefield, each shot pinpointed with inhuman precision.
Foreigner flickered.
One moment, it was there.
The next, it wasn't.
The shots pierced through empty space.
Archer clicked her tongue.
"Tch. It's slipping between dimensions."
Berserker didn't hesitate.
She stomped forward, grabbing an entire section of a ruined building. With a grunt of effort, she hurled the debris at Foreigner with terrifying force.
The instant the rubble passed through Foreigner's flickering body, Archer fired again.
"Got you."
This time, the energy blast pierced through its shifting form.
Foreigner shuddered.
A high-pitched, inhuman screech ripped through the air.
It had been hit.
Berserker grinned.
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The battlefield shifted.
Foreigner lashed out, its tendrils twisting into jagged blades as it rushed at Berserker.
She met it head-on.
"RRRAAAGH!"
Berserker's Ogre Gauntlets swung forward, their sheer mass crushing through tendrils. She tore through its defenses, overwhelming it with raw power.
Archer provided covering fire, her twin cannons rotating at rapid speed, launching high-velocity plasma rounds at the shifting entity.
But Foreigner wasn't finished.
Its body pulsed, and suddenly—the air around them warped.
Berserker and Archer both stopped.
The sky twisted.
The ground distorted.
For a moment, reality itself fractured.
Foreigner's Noble Phantasm was activating.
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The Madness has been Unleashed.
The air filled with whispers.
Thousands of voices—no, millions.
A chaotic symphony of madness and despair.
"Don't listen!" Archer shouted, but the words barely cut through the noise.
Berserker growled, her body trembling as the whispers clawed at her mind.
Foreigner's shifting body expanded, tendrils growing longer, warping the space around them.
A single massive eye opened within the abyss of its form—a gateway to something beyond mortal comprehension.
And then—it began to pull them in.
The battlefield collapsed inward.
The fight had just begun.
To Be Continued…