Devia training
📍FLEX CITY – THE TRAXIAN AUDITORIUM
Training Zone 3: "THE INSECURITY DOME"
The zone shimmered with liquid neon—reflecting inner truths more than movements. The test wasn't just physical… it was Devia's universal truths vs personal weakness.
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Manu, the grizzled Devia Loyalist with Void tattoos on his arms, stepped into the ring.
Kari, silver-skinned with eyes like flickering candles, floated beside him.
> MANU (stern):
"Universal techniques only. No custom flashiness. Let's see if you understand the core of Devia."
> KARI (calm):
"This is not just combat. This is confrontation... with self."
The whistle blew.
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ROUND ONE: KRANOR'S CHARGE
Kranor, with momentum & release affinity, charged forward. His massive release sword pulsed with Deviant Blast energy—coated in neon green confidence. Every swing released pulses of "undeniable presence" that pressured weaker minds.
> KRANOR (growling):
"If y'all ain't solid inside—get outta my way."
Tarren tried to respond, but his aura flickered, panic scratching at the edges of his stance.
Jero, holding firm with his warrior chain, activated Armor of Insecurity. A dull, rusty chestplate formed—imperfect but functional.
> JERO:
"I might be unsure, but I won't be erased."
Still, Kranor's Deviant Blast cut right through Tarren's guard, sending him crashing back.
> JASON (watching):
"Confidence is Kranor's weapon… and insecurity is Devia's training ground."
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ROUND TWO: INK MEETS MIRRORS
Nicia, her Gothic Ink Affinity turned twisted from emotional repression, summoned black tendrils that coiled around her fists like rage that had learned grammar.
She clashed with Ulok, who summoned portals that appeared as mirrors, reflecting not visuals—but actions.
> Nicia (mocking):
"I paint emotions. You hide behind doors."
> ULOK (smirking):
"No. I just open them."
They struck. Drip Aura Spark exploded around them—Ulok weaved like he was dancing through honesty, Nicia cursed in her thick neon-ink language, painting fear mid-air to dodge.
Meanwhile, Meilo, who was previously introverted, used Conflict Constructs—turning shards of her doubt into glass weapons.
She flanked them.
> MEILO:
"I don't fight because I'm brave… I fight because I'm still here."
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ROUND THREE: TRAUMA VS DIMENSION
Marneth (Dimensional Affinity) and Gullia (Trauma Weapon Summon) circled each other.
Gullia was first to move—summoning a trauma-axe from a flash memory: her first betrayal, her mother's abandonment. The weapon roared with sorrow.
> GULLIA (softly):
"I'm tired of pretending the past didn't hurt."
Marneth, calm, raised his hands and activated Flexible Weave—phasing through attacks while Punch of Neglect landed. He'd learned to forget emotions mid-fight…a curse and a skill.
But Gullia didn't fade. She channeled Armor of Insecurity, her trauma building into a huge defensive shell that bled emotions with each hit taken.
> EVE MAID (watching):
"She's using pain like it's a shield. That's... oddly brilliant."
> BANJO (laughing):
"Flex City ain't soft, but I gotta say—Gullia's trauma got hands."
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SIDELINE COMMENTARY — THE ELITES
Jason adjusted his wristbands of flame, eyes narrowed.
> JASON:
"Kranor's dominant. He's feeding off being right."
> Jairak (gruff):
"But Tarren... he's flickering again. Still unsure if Devia wants him."
> Androsha (foggy tone):
"Flickering is not failure. It's transition."
Eugene zipped from seat to seat like a glitch.
> EUGENE:
"I say we draft Kranor soon. Dude's scary but useful."
> EVE MAID:
"We need to test more than strength. Who understands Devia's contradiction? That's the real power."
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MANU & KARI'S CLOSING NOTES
The sparring ended.
> KARI (gently):
"Every strike today wasn't just against your opponents... it was against your inner judgments."
> MANU (nodding):
"And some of you failed."
The students stood in silence.
> MANU (cont'd):
"But failure is... part of Devia. We accept all. We mold from mistakes. We adapt... not escape."
Kranor, sweaty and smirking, folded his arms.
> KRANOR:
"Next time, I want the elites."
Jason stood, eyes glowing.
> "You'll get your chance… let's see what Devia really forged in you."
TRAINER'S BENCH, EDGE OF THE ARENA
A neon dusk filters through the dreamglass walls as battle dust settles. Tarren sits slouched, shoulders heavy like memory bricks, sweat mixing with confusion. He's not bruised from hits—he's bruised from within.
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Tarren clutched his trembling hands, looking at the faint green flickers crawling over his fingertips. The Devia hue—erratic… mocking.
> TARREN (muttering):
"Flexible my foot… Why does it feel like I'm wrestling with a rubber ghost?"
Suddenly, a jolt—a sharp pulse from his chest. The Devia flickered again, almost angrily this time.
> TARREN (grunting):
"Ow—! What the hell…"
It shimmered brighter—just for a second—then dulled.
Jero, sitting beside him with a half-eaten energy bar and bandaged knuckles, turned, chewing slowly.
> JERO (teasing):
"Yo, I think Devia just side-eyed you."
> TARREN (groaning):
"It hurts when I doubt it. Like—physically."
Jero smirked, kicking his foot up onto the bench.
> JERO:
"Yeah, welcome to the irony. Devia's like a mirror that slaps back. You question it too hard? It questions you back. Instant existential feedback."
Tarren shook his head, eyes lost in the neon skyline beyond the arena walls.
> TARREN:
"But isn't this system supposed to be about freedom? Acceptance? I thought it let you be a mess."
> JERO (shrugging):
"It does. But not the kind of mess that abandons itself. Devia ain't your therapist, bro. It's your weird best friend who's also your shadow."
> TARREN:
"Then why did it hurt me when I needed it most?"
Jero paused… and then laughed—dry and nostalgic.
> JERO:
"Because Devia's petty sometimes. It's like… 'Oh you don't trust me? Bet.' But deep down? It still shows up. You saw that, right? It hurt you, then boosted you. That's its way of saying—'get it together.'"
Tarren sighed, rubbing his chest.
> TARREN:
"Then Kranor was right. I don't belong here…"
Jero grabbed his shoulder—not softly, but firmly.
> JERO:
"Don't you dare. That guy lives off confidence like it's protein powder. But you? You're not him. You're you. A mess with potential. Devia didn't choose you to be Kranor... It chose you to be Tarren."
A long pause.
> TARREN (quietly):
"I'm scared."
> JERO:
"Good. That means you care. Fear is just love that's not ready to admit itself."
Tarren blinked.
> TARREN:
"Did you just—quote a poetic philosopher or something?"
> JERO (grinning):
"Nah, I heard it on a cereal box once. But still true."
They laughed. The flickering around Tarren's hands stabilized… for now.
Devia didn't stop being wild.
But maybe... neither would Tarren.
TRAXIAN AUDITORIUM: FINAL TEST ROUND BEGINS
The sky above pulses in gradient hues of neon and shadow, a surreal atmosphere thick with tension. The crowd—students, instructors, and Devia-watchers—gathers, eyes glued to the arena.
The announcer's voice thunders through the biomechanical speakers carved from obsidian vines and neon vines.
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🎙️ ANNOUNCER (Manu's voice, calmly intense):
> "BREAK TIME'S OVER. DEVIA IS A SYSTEM THAT RESPONDS TO NEED... LET'S SEE WHO NEEDS THIS VICTORY MORE."
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The two squads step onto the battlefield.
⚔️ On one side: Kranor and his Devia-hardened misfits.
⚔️ On the other: Jairak and the Elite Ordained—the first children of Devia.
🟥 KRANOR'S SQUAD STANCE:
Kranor: sword drawn, aura wrapped in a green-yellow haze, his Nullthread Vortex swirling faintly at the edge of his blade.
Tarren: eyes focused, Panic Claw active on his right hand, anxiety humming like a broken siren.
Jero: glowing softly with Rebellion Chains, his stance tighter than usual—he's resolved.
Nicia: black ink dripping from her gloves, her Gothic Choke oozing like sentient sludge.
Meilo: calm, collecting her breath, Mirror Portals orbiting her like moons.
Marneth: cloak flickering, Dimension Surge coiling around his palm like a loading storm.
Ulok: hand gripping his Keyblade, the Door of Inner Struggles glowing behind him like a haunting monument.
Gullia: massive Dirge Exo Armor standing tall, each joint forged from trauma.
🟦 THE ELITE LINEUP STANCE:
Jason: blazing quietly with Flames of Relevance, each ember a statement of who he refuses to become.
Jairak: calm as a coma, his pain hums inside, weaponless—but the tension around him is thick.
Eve Maid: fingers trailing a calming mist, Sedation Affinity dripping like perfume.
Androsha: her fog pulses like sentient ink—her Fog Perception Rewrite ready to veil truth itself.
Banjo: flicking his rule-bending cards between fingers. Each card has a different law: Gravity Shift, Identity Pause, Truth Delay.
Eugene: legs already glowing—Reality Sprint Mode engaged. He blinks in and out like a frame-skipping ghost.
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🌀 Kari (walking along the edge of the arena):
> "No holds barred. Universal techniques allowed. Personal techniques encouraged. Optional use of Deviant Nova and Oblivion Howl."
💥 Manu (raising his voice):
> "Show Devia what happens when need meets expression."
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🎬 ROUND STARTS — Action + Dialogue Fusion
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JASON (stepping forward):
> "You strugglers talk a lot about pain… let's see if it burns brighter than relevance."
🔥 He thrusts his hand forward—Conviction Burn ignites the center. It doesn't burn flesh. It burns lies. The aura rushes toward Kranor—
KRANOR (charging in):
> "My lies are mine to destroy!"
His Nullthread Vortex slices the flame mid-air, twisting it into a paradox spiral that crashes into Banjo—who flicks a Rule Card just in time: "Negate Conceptual Fire." The vortex disperses.
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JERO (charging Jairak):
> "You think pain makes you strong? I use it to chain my demons."
He launches Rebellion Chains, snapping them forward.
JAIRAK flinches. Then... smiles.
> JAIRAK:
"Good. Use it. Feel it."
Suddenly, Jairak flings himself forward—his fists glowing with Pain as Fuel. Each hit absorbs recoil and hits back harder. Chains meet fists. Feedback loop. They both yell from opposite types of suffering.
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TARREN vs. EVE MAID
> EVE (calm):
"You're too jittery for this system, love. Let me slow it down."
Her Sedation Affinity washes the field in lavender haze. Time feels slower. Thoughts dull.
Tarren grits his teeth.
> TARREN:
"I'M NOT SLOW—I'M SCARED. AND I'M USING THAT!"
He activates Panic Claw, lunging forward—scratches the haze—ripples spread. Her Affinity weakens just enough for him to land a strike—then stagger.
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NICIA vs. ANDROSHA
Nicia releases Gothic Choke—her ink coats Androsha's mist.
> ANDROSHA:
"You think I fear your ink? I become fear."
Her fog rewrites the trajectory of the ink, dragging Nicia into a hallucination loop—but Meilo's Mirror Portal yanks her back out.
> MEILO (grinning):
"Reflection saved you."
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ULOK vs. BANJO
Banjo laughs, pulling a "Choice Limiter Card."
> BANJO:
"This card says you can only use doors if you know what's behind them."
Ulok pauses... then grins.
> ULOK:
"I always know what's behind my doors."
Door of Inner Struggles appears right under Banjo's feet. It opens—and he drops in.
> BANJO (falling):
"WAIT WAIT WAIT I CHEATED THE SYSTEM!"
> ULOK:
"I am the system now."
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MARNETH vs. EUGENE
Marneth summons Dimension Surge—a temporal bolt cuts sideways through reality, freezing Eugene's path.
But Eugene Reality Sprints through the distortion—running upside-down through Marneth's blind spot.
> EUGENE:
"You gotta move faster than logic."
He lands a punch—barely—Marneth counters with spatial distortion—both vanish in an implosion.
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GULLIA stands unbothered, her Dirge Exo Armor tanking everything.
Jason targets her next—but her trauma absorbs the flames.
> GULLIA (echoing):
"You think your flames can burn what's already been through hell?"
She grabs him, launches him into Mirror Portals Meilo activates midair.
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💥 The arena is chaos. Devia glows in all colors, humming, screeching, laughing—almost alive.
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Kari (to Manu):
> "They're not students anymore... They're becoming avatars."
Manu (smirking):
> "Good. Because Devia doesn't raise warriors. It reveals them."
THE BOOM BEFORE THE BREAK ⚔️
The arena shook like a dimension having a panic attack.
A spiraling storm of neon-green code, momentum trails, and chaotic glyphs began to wrap around Kranor's sword. The air felt like it was about to shatter. The other students began to back the heck up.
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🟩 Marneth (etching symbols in the air):
> "Carving dimensional shields... One... two... three folds! Keep him covered—no stray interference!"
🖤 Gullia (in her exo-armor):
> "Better make it five folds, that sword is humming louder than my childhood trauma."
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Kranor's hair is whipping in the storm winds now. His voice echoes.
🟨 Kranor:
> "NULLTHREAD VORTEX... PLUS MOMENTUM...
PLUS... DEVIA NOVA...
AND NOW..."
(he lifts the blade high, eyes glowing, sword vibrating like it wants to scream)
"RELEASE—!!!"
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🧨SMASH.
The attack exploded into a shockwave of neon entropy. The Nullthread Vortex unraveled logic in front of it. The Momentum added velocity beyond measure. Devia Nova blanked identity. And Release... unshackled the whole thing.
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KA-KRAOOM!!!
Time distorted. Students grabbed onto terrain. The floating glyph-towers trembled. Even the audience yelped. Some kid's soda levitated, twisted, and became sentient for a second.
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And in the eye of that blast... one student stood firm.
🔥 Jairak.
A pulsing dome of crimson aura wrapped around him, like pain forged into glass. His Pain Fuel Force Field held the line.
🟥 Jairak (gritting his teeth, as veins glowed):
> "I feel it... I feel all of it.
You gave me the one thing Devia always wanted to feed on..."
🟥 Jason (watching from behind):
> "...a reason to bleed harder."
The field cracks. Jairak inhales deeply—then absorbs it.
🟥 Jairak (smirking darkly):
> "Thanks for the power boost, sword-boy."
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Team Kranor—wide-eyed.
🔷 Tarren (jaw dropped):
> "Wait... did we just... give him an upgrade?"
🟢 Nicia (flicking off ink from her fingers):
> "Oh yeah, we did... and I kinda respect it?"
🔗 Jero:
> "That's... so Devia."
🌀 Meilo (summoning a panic portal):
> "Cool. Now let's not die."
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Kranor slams his sword down, laughing.
🟨 Kranor:
> "If this is what Devia wants...
THEN COME GET MORE!"
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Above the battlefield, Manu and Kari lean forward.
🧊 Kari (grinning):
> "They're no longer students. They're expressions now."
🔥 Manu (arms crossed):
> "Good. Because the next stage... is transcendence."
The battlefield cracked and glowing. Reality folds like paper. This ain't training anymore—it's expression warfare.
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🌪️ Kranor, chest heaving, sword buried into the ground like a totem of defiance, thought the combo of Momentum + Nullthread Vortex + Devian Nova + Release would end the fight.
But he forgot the golden Devia rule:
> "If your trauma is a nuke... someone else's pain is a black hole."
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💥 Jairak's silhouette cuts through the smoke.
His knuckles glow with neglect incarnate.
🟥 Jairak (quietly):
> "You forgot... some of us were raised by what you're trying to run from."
BOOOOM—!!
He lands a Punch of Neglect straight into Kranor's chest.
Kranor's body skids across the arena floor, glyphs scrambling around him like panicked birds.
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✨ But then—mirror shards rise.
🪞 Meilo steps forward, silent. His hand glides across a floating shard.
A portal tears open like a whisper in space.
Jairak gets pulled inside—
—a mirror prison reflecting his own pain back at him.
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🟠 Jason (watching calmly):
> "They're not just punching.
They're remembering."
(He nods. One warrior respecting another.)
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But then…
🌋 The sky dims—flashes of red lightning slice through it.
And suddenly…
HE appears.
Jason's arrows ignite mid-air.
Not normal fire.
This is Rageflame—
Devia-forged conviction, made to bypass all resistance.
> 🔥 "Flames that don't care if you're strong. They care if you're pretending not to feel."
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😱 Tarren's crew looks up.
Dozens of arrows, scattered across the battlefield, raining down like the embodiment of emotional overload.
💨 Flexible Weave activated!
They vanish, flicker, phase through and slide around the projectiles.
Their bodies blur, moving like instinct made real.
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⚔️ Marneth vs Eugene.
Eugene's Reality Sprint isn't just speed. It's space rejection.
He doesn't move fast—he just replaces his position with a faster one.
Marneth launches a Dimensional Surge, folding space like origami—
But Eugene's already past it.
And behind him.
And beside him.
💥 Eugene (grinning):
> "Try harder, Spaceman."
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🌫️ Ulok + Nicia vs Androsha + Eve Maid.
Eve Maid's Sedation Blasts rain out like perfume missiles, nulling energy—
But Ulok slams a door open in midair:
🚪 "Not today."
> Every tranquilizer phases through, sent to the Door of Inner Struggles, and trapped in loops of their own intent.
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🖤 Nicia wraps Androsha in Gothic Choke, ink constricting like sentient grief.
But fog is fog—
It slips under skin, into thoughts.
👁️ Androsha (smiling in half-focus):
> "You can't choke what isn't fully here."
Illusions carve themselves.
She begins rewriting what Nicia thinks she's seeing.
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🔗 Jero's Rebellion Chains whip around him, his insecurity weaponized.
They lash toward Banjo—but Banjo's got a deck of rule-bending cards.
He flings one—
🃏 "Your strength... is actually weakness. Rewrite."
The chains waver.
But Jero, heart racing, shouts through gritted teeth:
🟣 Jero:
> "Then I'll be the weakest warrior you've ever faced!"
(The chains reform. Stronger. Tighter. He embraced the rewrite.)
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💢 Gullia enters.
Her Dirge Exo Armor slams the ground—made from trauma crystallized into carnage.
She tackles Jason, trying to stop his flaming rain.
Jason's face is dead calm.
🔥 Jason:
> "Alright then. Let's burn."
He triggers the combo:
> Conviction Burn + Devian Nova + Rage Flames + Deviant Blasts
A pure emotion nuke.
It hits her full force—
Her armor dents—
Cracks—
But holds.
Gullia growls, kneeling—
🖤 Gullia:
> "You're not the only one who bleeds fire."
She stands.
Stops the arrows.
The battlefield…
...is quiet.
For just a moment.
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⚡ Kari (watching, eyes wide):
> "They're doing it…"
🌊 Manu (smirking):
> "They're learning how to feel and fight at the same time."
DEVIA VS DEVIA | THE POINT OF NO RETURN 🔥⚔️
Scene: The Traxian Auditorium rumbles like it's holding its breath. Every footstep leaves echoes in the abyss. This ain't about ranks anymore—this is philosophy in motion.
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Manu folds his arms.
Kari leans forward, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
🟩 Kari (low voice):
> "They're not fighting each other anymore…"
"They're fighting what they believe Devia is."
🟥 Manu:
> "And Devia's watching. Every flicker, every clash, every scream—it listens."
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🔥 Kranor, bruised and ticked off, starts bouncing on his toes.
Each bounce?
Momentum building.
Flexible Weave flowing.
Aura farming at max velocity.
💢 Kranor (gritted teeth):
> "You think a punch is enough to make me shut up, Jairak?
Then you're not listening to what I'm screaming!"
He slides across the battlefield like lightning skipping stones on water.
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🟪 Jairak, who just broke out of Meilo's mirror realm, cracks his knuckles.
💥 Jairak:
> "I hear you, Kranor.
But I've been listening to pain longer than you've been swinging that sword."
He channels Pain as Fuel, his body glowing with a distorted red hue.
It's not rage.
It's resolution.
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🎯 The others regroup around them.
🟨 Meilo:
> "If he tries that again… I'll shatter him into a thousand reflections."
🖤 Nicia:
> "Good. Then I'll drown each of his reflections in Gothic Choke."
🔐 Ulok:
> "I've already unlocked the gate to his doubts... Just say the word, and I'll make him walk through."
🔗 Jero:
> "Nah. Let him stay. I want him awake when I chain his pride to the ground."
🌪️ Marneth:
> "Space can bend…
But pride? That stuff snaps."
😱 Tarren (quietly, flickering):
> "And what if... we lose?"
All eyes flick to him.
And Devia—flickers.
🟥 Jero (laughs dryly):
> "Tarren, buddy... you just made Devia wince again. Can you not be the anxiety of the group for two minutes?"
🟧 Tarren (murmuring):
> "...Sorry."
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⚔️ Banjo throws a Rule Card in the air.
🃏 Banjo:
> "Alright, jokers.
Rule Rewritten: No fear shielding, no passive defense.
Only raw intent allowed."
The battlefield locks in.
This is it. No going back.
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💀 Gullia smashes her fists together. Dirge Exo Armor pulses like a living monument to suffering.
🎭 Gullia:
> "Then let pain be our strategy."
She steps forward—massive armor glinting like broken memories turned into steel.
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💨 The field goes dead silent.
And then—
BOOOOOOM.
Kranor launches, sword trailing Nullthread Vortex, momentum-drenched.
He doesn't aim to slice.
He aims to cancel everything.
🗯️ Kranor:
> "LET'S FIND OUT WHO YOU REALLY ARE, JAIRAK!"
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🔥 Jairak meets him midair.
Punch of Neglect + Deviant Blasts + Pain Burn.
They collide—and everything explodes into colorless sparks.
Like the battle just broke language.
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🌫️ Androsha distorts the air with Fog Perception Rewrite, but Nicia sends tendrils of ink slashing through the fog—
🖤 Nicia:
> "Perception can lie. But ink stains truth."
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🌌 Eugene warps around Marneth—speed itself bending.
But Marneth opens a Dimensional Gate—
🌀 "Try outrunning a void."
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🧩 Ulok tosses a Door of Inner Struggles in Banjo's path.
🔐 Ulok:
> "Rewrite this, magician."
Banjo dodges—but the door follows him.
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🎙️ Kari (to Manu):
> "They're using Devia like poetry now."
🟥 Manu:
> "No. They're using it like confession."
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⚡ Final Exchange:
Kranor and Jairak fall to their knees, weapons clashing one last time.
Blood, sweat, willpower.
No tricks now.
🟥 Jairak (panting):
> "You're strong...
But is your strength yours... or Devia's?"
🟦 Kranor (smirking):
> "Does it matter...?
It chose me when Avia didn't."
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💫 Silence again.
Both teams: worn, spent, breathing hard.
But their eyes? Bright. Fierce. Alive.
Kari stands.
Manu nods.
🟩 Kari:
> "Lesson complete."
🟥 Manu:
> "Devia isn't your crutch. It's your mirror."
After the clash, the dust is settling in the Traxian Auditorium. Everyone's bruised, burned, cracked—but standing. The kind of tired that isn't physical. It's soul tired.
Two teams face each other. No more rage. Just respect… and roasting.
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🟥 Jason wipes a streak of ember from his face.
Jason (grinning):
> "Alright, alright… I see y'all. Not bad.
Kranor… that combo of yours?
Almost made me write an apology letter to my trauma."
Kranor exhales, sword resting on his shoulder.
🟦 Kranor (cocky, but humbled):
> "Almost? Bro, your ego blinked."
🎭 Gullia (in her Dirge Exo Armor):
> "He flinched harder than my therapist hearing my battle cry."
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🟨 Eugene (smirking, checking his speed boots):
> "You lot got rhythm. Unrefined, rebellious rhythm.
Not clean… but honest."
🔗 Jero (grinning, spitting blood):
> "Devia doesn't want clean. It wants real.
And I'm the chain that binds mistakes to comebacks."
🟫 Banjo (pulling out a bent rule card):
> "Okay Shakespeare. Say less before I rewrite you as background noise."
🟥 Jason (laughs, stretches his neck):
> "You're lucky Klexis isn't here tho…
That dude would've cracked open your already-fractured emotions with a hug and a hammer."
😐 The room goes quiet.
You could feel the respectful fear set in.
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🟦 Meilo (quietly):
> "Klexis... yeah. That guy don't fight with hate.
He fights with disappointment.
That's worse."
🖤 Nicia (folding arms):
> "One time I saw him smile during a fight...
My ink started trembling."
🌀 Marneth:
> "He hit someone so hard with Devia clarity…
They started apologizing mid-battle to their ex."
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😏 Jairak (smirking, nods):
> "Y'all did good. You're not students anymore.
You're... initiated."
🟩 Kranor (grinning, nods back):
> "So what now? Hugs or trauma meditation?"
🔺 Androsha (half-sarcastic):
> "Both. We're Devia. We multiverse our healing."
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Final Note:
Manu and Kari glance at each other.
This is what Devia was for.
🟥 Manu:
> "Broken kids.
Weaponized truth.
Chaotic grace."
🟩 Kari:
> "And they're just getting