Adia vs Geros (1)

Adia danced amidst the flashes of fire and dark energy, her hands weaving spells with the precision of an artisan crafting their masterpiece. The golden rays from her staff sliced through the air like invisible blades as she cast Fire Ray and Fury Daggers, blocking every attack that Geros hurled at her. The battlefield trembled under the weight of their clash, illuminated by bursts of light and pulsating shadows. For his part, Geros moved with serpentine elegance, his dark tentacles unfurling like storm clouds to intercept and return each strike with calculated ferocity.

"Not bad, girl," Geros said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as bitter as honey. "But you still have a long way to go."

With a fluid motion, his tentacles shot toward her, this time crackling with electric sparks that sizzled like contained thunder. Adia reacted instantly, propelling herself to the side with gusts of wind that escaped from beneath her feet like invisible wings. But just as she thought she had evaded the danger, Geros raised a finger and fired a violet ray—fast and lethal as a predator's swipe. The explosion that followed shook the air, a fiery flower of flame and smoke painting the sky in iridescent hues.

As the smoke began to dissipate, Adia emerged staggering, her staff holding up a flickering energy shield, glowing faintly like a flame struggling against a storm. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, and her breathing was rapid and shallow, as if each breath were a battle in itself. "Damn it... If this keeps up, he'll finish me off," she thought, gritting her teeth as she fought to regain control.

"Adia," Geros called out, his tone now more serious, though tinged with feigned curiosity. "Do you know what was inside the container that Agent B-12 took with him? Why did he risk his life for it?"

She looked at him distrustfully, her posture tense like the string of a bow. "All I know is that it's something valuable embedded within the cub," she finally responded, referring to Podbe. "And you, villains won't get your hands on it."

Geros let out a low, almost guttural laugh that echoed like the rumble of a distant storm. "It's not just the contents that are valuable," he explained, his voice laced with satisfaction. "That container held an ancient system, a legacy passed down from generation to generation, from one worthy being to another. They called it 'the champion,' a title bestowed on each planet where this great gift was safeguarded. Of course, I doubt it could ever align with someone like me, given those restrictions..."

"I see," Adia interrupted, her voice steady despite the tension in her muscles. "That's why it was meant for Podbe all along."

"Exactly," confirmed Geros, his crooked smile spreading across his face like a scar. "But that's not all I'm interested in. The container itself is an extraordinary material: Luxteno. Not just any Luxteno, but one of royal origin—far more powerful than the ordinary kind. I need it for my plans. With it, I'll forge weapons capable of subduing even the strongest. Once I'm done here, I'll return to Lux, my home planet, and conquer it. It's mine by right. Those damn fools exiled me for daring to explore the forbidden, for being a visionary ahead of my time. They cast me out like a cockroach, but I'll return to claim what's rightfully mine. After that, the universe will be mine."

"How cliché," Adia retorted, crossing her arms with a mix of disdain and weariness. "Just like every average villain I've encountered during my travels and quests."

"It may sound like the ambition of an average villain, as you so pointedly suggest," Geros replied, his voice dripping with contempt while his dark eyes glimmered with intensity. "But my vision goes far beyond anything you can imagine. With what I have planned, I will be regarded as a god."

Adia looked at him with an ironic smile, raising her staff as a warm energy began to emanate from it.

"Well, we won't make it easy for you," she responded, her tone light yet resolute. A brief laugh escaped her lips, a silent challenge hanging in the air.

Suddenly, the atmosphere quivered as Adia summoned a flurry of fluid swords, each glowing with a silvery brilliance. One by one, they cleanly pierced Geros's tentacles, pinning them to the ground like trophies. Without hesitation, she formed between her hands a massive sphere of blue fire, wrapped in crackling electric sparks that sizzled like caged lightning. With a powerful shout, she hurled the attack toward him.

"MAGIC FOSS! " She exclaimed, her voice thundering like a storm.

The impact illuminated the battlefield, an explosion of light and heat that shook the ground beneath their feet. Geros watched the attack with eyes wide with fear before it consumed him entirely, leaving behind only the remnants of his tentacles, immobilized by the swords still embedded in them.

"Well, it seems I overdid it," Adia muttered, lowering her staff as she caught her breath. But before she could fully relax, a familiar voice echoed through the wind, carrying an unsettling calm.

"Not bad at all, human mage," Geros said, emerging from the shadows where the attack had struck. His figure materialized slowly, unscathed, though now devoid of his tentacles. He appeared more imposing than ever, as if destruction itself had strengthened him.

"I expected no less from my apprentice," he continued, his tone almost paternal, though tinged with cold pride. "Back then, you could only handle fire, but I entrusted you with my books and valuable knowledge. I see you've been studying them for years... That fills me with pride. Of course, I'd be a fool to ask you to join me now. I know it would be in vain."

With a slow movement, Geros removed the helmet that concealed his face. What Adia saw sent a shiver down her spine. His skin was a deep purple, nearly black, and his eyes resembled bottomless pits—black holes that absorbed all light around them. His jaw was grotesque, spider-like, with sharp filaments that moved subtly, as if alive.

"You should've kept the helmet on," Adia murmured, unable to hide her disgust.

Geros let out a low, guttural laugh as he caressed his own face with a deformed hand.

"Normally, we're blue, like in that movie from long ago," he explained, his tone casual, as if discussing the weather. "We aren't so tall, and we have humanoid forms—but when the liquids from the stones fused my body with the human Eros, I suffered this mutation. It was constant agony, a pain that gnawed at me day after day. Yes, it granted me extraordinary powers, but my body was slowly melting away. I needed to recover. And thanks to the substance of the black stone, that's behind me now. As you know, it grants what your soul desires. Now I am more powerful—and immune. Prepare yourself, girl. This will be your end."

Without giving her time to respond, Geros extended his hands and began forming two red energy triangles that glowed with an overwhelming intensity. He launched them toward Adia, but they didn't reach her. Instead, they embedded themselves in the nearby walls, leaving smoking craters.

"Wow," Adia said, crossing her arms with a sarcastic smile, "I think what you should've asked the black stone for was better aim."

Geros revealed a malevolent grin, his lips curling like sharp claws as he touched his index finger and thumb together. With a subtle motion, the two red triangles floating around him shifted to Adia's sides. Within seconds, she felt an invisible force begin to envelop her, immobilizing her completely.

"What? I can't move!" Adia exclaimed, struggling against the pressure that bound her like invisible chains.

From the triangles emerged ultra-fine threads, nearly imperceptible to the human eye, glowing a vivid red that pulsed like living veins. These threads began to coil around her arms and legs, pulling with relentless force. Geros opened his spider-like jaw, revealing dark filaments vibrating with energy. From his throat emerged a carmine glow, a light so intense it seemed to devour everything in its path.

"This is your end, mage," Geros announced, his voice heavy with deadly satisfaction. "Crimson Acid."

A powerful, lethal beam shot from his mouth, striking Adia directly. The impact was devastating, engulfing her in an explosion of energy that illuminated the battlefield like a dying sun. Geros watched the rising smoke, satisfied with his victory.

"Well, time to get back to my mission," he said, adjusting the remnants of his armor as he turned to leave.

But before he could take a second step, a series of bright lights struck his chest with a deafening roar. The lights, small yet powerful, exploded one after another, painting the air with multicolored flashes. Geros stumbled backward, his eyes wide with astonishment as he tried to comprehend what was happening.

"What the hell is this!?" Geros shouted, his voice drowned out by the roar of the explosions.

One after another, the lights detonated, tearing chunks off his armor until he was left exposed, clad only in the suit beneath. When the explosions finally ceased, Geros—stunned and visibly enraged—spun on his heels to face whatever stood before him.

What he saw left him speechless.

"Don't underestimate me, old man," Adia said, her voice firm and defiant as she held her staff with both hands. Her clothes were charred, and her body bore clear signs of the attack, but her gaze remained unshakable.

"How did you escape if you were imprisoned!?" Geros roared, livid to see her still standing.

Adia smirked smugly, raising an eyebrow.

"I saw you preparing that attack and knew you would never miss. So I kept a little ace up my sleeve. Last-minute teleportation... Not bad, right?"

Geros clenched his fists, his deformed jaw trembling with rage.

"Not bad at all, girl! You almost killed me! I see you've learned some new tricks, but they won't save you if they're so simple. This time, you die," he declared, his tone as cold as steel.

Adia didn't respond. Instead, she made a quick gesture with her fingers, transforming her staff into a bow that glowed with white light. Without wasting a second, she began firing a barrage of magical arrows, each charged with different elements: crackling fire, air that sliced like blades, sizzling water, and electricity that flashed like caged lightning. The arrows combined their energies, creating devastating explosions that tore through the ground beneath their feet.

Geros barely managed to dodge the attacks, but the surrounding terrain was reduced to rubble. The ground fractured into deep cracks, and columns of dust and ash rose toward the sky like furious ghosts.

"Damn brat! You didn't let me finish!" Geros bellowed, his voice thundering as he struggled to regain his balance.

From somewhere far away, a cold and calculating voice interrupted the scene.

"That's right, Adia. Weaken him. Make my job easier," Zeus said, watching the monitors with a twisted smile. His eyes gleamed with a mix of anticipation and cruelty. "Soon, I'll reveal everything..." he added, laughing softly as he plotted his next move.