With the fragments of Rinoa's memory now intricately woven into the fabric of his being, Fitran felt a profound transformation resonate within his soul. Those beautiful yet haunting memories bestowed upon him a newfound strength, illuminating the depths of his emotions and revealing the intensity of his love for Rinoa. Yet, alongside the stirring of those feelings, old wounds throbbed painfully, a stark reminder of the heavy price he had paid to grasp such treasured fragments of her essence. As his emotions surged with vigor, revitalizing his spirit, Fitran understood that the formidable battle ahead was far from complete.
Meanwhile, Malakothies, in the throes of his demise and fragmented existence, could not resign himself to defeat. With a thunderous rumble that reverberated through the very fabric of reality, his shattered form began to reassemble, as if summoned by an unseen force. This reconstitution transcended mere restoration; he was channeling his full, terrifying power. Malakothies' entire being morphed into a swirling vortex of glimmering black energy, a darkness unseen by human eyes but deeply felt in the soul, reverberating through every fiber of existence with a resonant roar that penetrated the air like a storm.
Driven by the courage and strength derived from Rinoa's fragmented memories, Fitran raised his hand toward the churning, chaotic sky, his voice ringing out with fervor, "Kaen no shōkan! (Fire Summon!)". In the blink of an eye, a torrent of fire erupted into his magic, igniting a brilliant crimson flame that flickered and danced in the palm of his hand. With fierce determination burning in his heart, he stepped forward, launching a spirited attack. The sound of kaboom! echoed like thunder as the flame shot forth, cutting through the air with a ferocity that scorched the very atmosphere around him.
However, Malakothies was undeterred by the onslaught. With a swift and bold motion, he raised his hand, his voice resonating with power as he declared, "En no tachi! (Sword of Fire!)". In an instant, a shimmering sword made of pure fire materialized with an ominous glow, hurtling toward Fitran with blazing fury. The sound of zwoosh! filled the air, the fiery blade soaring with deadly speed, aiming to consume him in its wrath.
In the midst of this escalating confrontation, Fitran's mind raced with urgency: "I must break through his defenses. If I don't, I won't stand a chance against him!" With an intense focus that surged from the depths of his soul, he swung his arm sideways, summoning the calming force of water as he shouted, "Mizu no kake! (Water Burst!)". An explosive torrent of water gushed forth from his palm, shimmering in the air as it braced itself to counter Malakothies' fiery assault.
The sounds of splash! and crack! reverberated through the air as water and fire collided, unleashing a dazzling shower of sparks that erupted into the arena, enveloping it in a dense veil of steam. The thick mist heightened the electrifying tension of their fierce battle. "You think this is enough?! Raiden no ikari! (Wrath of Thunder!)" Malakothies bellowed, his voice crackling with fury as he unleashed a frenzied bolt of lightning from his fingertips. With an ear-splitting kraaack!, the lightning sliced through the swirling steam, targeting Fitran with lethal precision.
Drawing upon his finely honed instincts, Fitran darted through the tumultuous battlefield, seeking any opening to unleash his counterattack. "I will not be defeated!" he declared, his voice a fierce promise as he ignited the searing fire within him, preparing for the next strike with unwavering resolve.
From the shadows of his form, an unfathomable aura of primordial power radiated outward, warping the very fabric of the dimension with terrifying intensity. The air around him twisted and distorted, swirling wildly like an uncontrollable vortex, annihilating everything in its path. The dark winds howling from Malakothies' body carved through the atmosphere, creating waves of ominous emptiness that pulled all life into a chasm of dread, threatening the very existence of anything that dared to approach.
"Fitran!" Malakothies bellowed, his voice reverberating ominously through the shattered dimensional space, weaving an atmosphere thick with dread for anyone who dared to listen. "You may have seized that memory, yet you grasp not the depths that lie within it. Even your cherished moments with Rinoa will do nothing to shield you from the inevitable doom that awaits. I am destruction incarnate; I am the harbinger of the end for all that exists!" His voice dripped with terrifying authority, a chilling promise that he would unleash his wrath until his sinister ambitions were fulfilled.
Channeling the immense power surging through his very being, Malakothies launched an assault that transcended the mere physical realm, a violent rupture through the very fabric of reality itself. Claws of darkness, razor-sharp and glistening like obsidian shards, hurtled towards Fitran with a speed that defied the laws of time and space, slicing through the void as if no barriers could withstand their onslaught. Each attack bore an overwhelming potency, capable of obliterating memories, shaking the very essence of bodies, and even siphoning the lifeblood from all that breathed.
Fitran, though gravely injured, stood resolute, unwilling to yield even a fraction. His eyes shimmered like distant stars, cutting through the palpable darkness that sought to engulf him. With every remaining ounce of strength, he could sense it—the cosmic energy still pulsating within his soul, a dwindling beacon of hope amid the encroaching despair. Yet Malakothies showed no mercy. Every fierce attack he unleashed not only cracked the very fabric of space around him but also exuded an ominous presence that compelled Fitran to cry out, "Kaminari no ikari!" (The Wrath of Thunder!). With a fluid grace, Malakothies gathered a crackling surge of electrical power in his hands, channeling the volatile energy that burst forth in terrifying flashes, raining down upon Fitran like a lightning storm. The air vibrated with a bone-chilling "ZAAAAAP!" as if the very essence of nature responded in kind to that destructive force.
Instantly, Fitran reacted, unwavering in the face of the onslaught. He raised both hands toward the brooding sky, his voice rising above the chaos as he proclaimed, "Kaji shizuka no mizu!" (Calm Water!). With a deft and graceful flourish, he summoned water from the very air around him, gathering glistening droplets that transformed into a translucent shield designed to protect him. In a swift motion, the water enveloped him, reacting to Malakothies' electrical assault with a thunderous "SPLASH!" that reverberated through the stillness of the universe, thwarting the flames that threatened to obliterate his existence.
The battle escalated, each combatant meticulously strategizing their next move amidst the rising tension. Malakothies, eyes ablaze with a seething hatred, began to conjure a swirling inferno in the palm of his hand, channeling his wrath into a larger, more devastating attack. "Faiyaa no shōkan!" (Fire Summoning!) he bellowed, his voice resonating like a war cry. Flames erupted from his fingertips, morphing into a terrifyingly exquisite fire rose that illuminated the darkened arena. The searing sound of "FWOOOSH!" pierced the stillness, filling the air with an acrid scent of sulfur as the fiery projectile hurtled toward Fitran, threatening to incinerate everything in its fiery path.
Knowing time was of the essence, Fitran sprang into action. With a carefully constructed strategy in mind, he called out, "Rai no tsubasa!" (Wings of Lightning!). In the blink of an eye, electric energy enveloped his form, igniting a surge of speed within him. He dashed forward, deftly maneuvering to evade the oncoming flames that shot through the air like blazing arrows, the sound of "WHOOSH!" echoing around him, a testament to the deadly stakes at play.
Amidst the exhilarating tension of the clash, Fitran's mind raced with fervor, devising tactical maneuvers that could shift the balance of the battle. If he could lure Malakothies into a false sense of security with a feigned attack, he believed he could seize an invaluable opportunity for a devastating counterstrike. Every movement, every fragment of thought, felt like a perilous tightrope walk between life and death in this harrowing duel.
Despite his severe injuries, Fitran stood unwavering, a beacon of defiance in the overwhelming gloom of the arena. His eyes, glimmering like twin stars, remained intensely focused amidst the enveloping darkness, a testament to his indomitable will. Drawing upon the last remnants of his dwindling strength, he tapped into the cosmic energy that pulsed within him, a radiant force ready to ignite. "Kaminari no kage!" (Shadow of Thunder!) he cried out, raising his right hand toward the heavens. In response, lightning erupted from his fingertips, crackling and roaring with a ferocious intensity, rending the very fabric of the night sky above. Yet, Malakothies, his eyes glinting with menace, showed no mercy. He launched a brutal counterattack, each blow shattering the air around them with deafening force, an onslaught aimed at dismantling Fitran piece by piece. Each strike he unleashed resonated with destructive power, intent on obliterating Fitran from existence. "Kuro no shishi!" (Black Lion!) Malakothies bellowed, his hand movements conjuring a wave of dark energy that surged forward like a monstrous tide, explosive and overwhelming, shaking the ground beneath them and quickening the heartbeat of every spectator.
Fitran surged forward with every ounce of strength, yet it felt as though he were ensnared by an unseen force, a gravity pulling him into the abyss. Dark claws, like creeping shadows that slithered ominously, almost grazed his skin, a chilling reminder of the peril that surrounded him. In an instant, a terrifying pressure enveloped him, as if the world was condensing around him, crushing him in a shroud of encroaching darkness. Yet, he stood resolute, refusing to succumb to despair. Deep within his soul, an awakening began—a profound understanding of cosmic power igniting within him, a beacon of hope glimmering amidst the consuming darkness. He realized that to survive, to vanquish Malakothies and shield the world from imminent ruin, he needed to unleash an even greater force from his very core. "Kono shinjitsu wa watashi no tame!" (This truth is for me!) he proclaimed with fervor, his spirit ablaze as he lifted his left hand. A blazing blue flame erupted forth, clashing against the tidal wave of darkness with a resounding "don!" (a loud clang) that reverberated through the air, shattering the oppressive silence and igniting a fierce clash of powers.
This time, Fitran's approach transcended a mere channeling of magical power. He delved deep into the vast reservoir of potential that lay dormant within him, harmonizing with the very energy of the universe while simultaneously invoking the emotional fortitude encapsulated in his cherished memories of Rinoa—memories that had just been revived within him like a long-lost melody. He raised his hand high towards the tumultuous dark sky, channeling the amassed energy into a roiling, searing flame, a fierce testament to his determination to battle the encroaching shadows that sought to engulf him. With unwavering resolve, he shouted, "Kaji no Honō!" (Heavenly Fire!). In that moment, the power he wielded was a profound amalgamation of pure love, suffering, and sacrifice. Each emotion intertwined within him, forging a strength that surged beyond anything he had ever envisioned, as if the very cosmos had conspired to ignite his spirit into a fierce raging blaze of defiance.
With a singular attack more exhilarating than any he had previously unleashed, Fitran harnessed cosmic energy that resonated with the pulse of the memories of Rinoa, culminating in an awe-inspiring explosion of light and darkness that surged like a comet through the gloom, hurtling directly towards Malakothies, who now stood shrouded in an elusive veil of infinite darkness. Yet, undeterred and aflame with a fighting spirit that would not wane, Malakothies swiftly conjured his own energy, summoning the fierce element of lightning. With an elegant and decisive gesture, he proclaimed, "Inazuma no Dangan!" (Lightning Bullet!).
The explosion reverberated through the entire dimension, shaking the very fabric of reality as space around them twisted and cracked, unraveling under the immense strain. A deafening "BAM!" echoed omnidirectionally, sending shockwaves that rattled every particle of existence, as if the entire universe groaned beneath such an overwhelming force. Energized beyond any previously known threshold, Fitran unleashed a torrent of raw energy, destroying the rifts of space and obliterating Malakothies' dark claws with earth-shattering ferocity. Malakothies' agonizing scream sliced through the chaos, a haunting cry that resonated with unfathomable pain as his corporeal form teetered on the brink of annihilation in the maelstrom of energy unleashed by Fitran.
Fitran seized a brief moment to catch his breath, his mind racing to assess the escalating tension of the situation. "What's the next move?" he thought, urgency punctuating his thoughts. In a flash, a new strategy crystallized within him—distracting Malakothies with a resonant smaller explosion while secretly planning a more ferocious onslaught. Focusing intently, he summoned his magical energy, weaving a brilliant illusion of flowing water around him, boldly proclaiming, "Mizu no Sōzō!" (Creator of Water!). As the shimmering illusion cascaded toward Malakothies, presenting what appeared to be an irresistible opening for an attack, a surge of adrenaline ignited within him. Suddenly, a thunderous "BANG!" echoed out, a sharp explosion resonating in the atmosphere, reverberating through the air like an ominous drumroll.
Now it is time for Fitran to summon all the elements at his disposal, advancing into the next phase of this epic confrontation. With unwavering focus and a fiery determination burning within him, he is committed to emerging victorious from this battle, channeling every ounce of strength into each calculated move, resolutely vowing never to surrender.
Yet, deep down, he understands that the path to victory is fraught with peril. Malakothies, surrounding himself with an aura of dark energy, showcases his immense power, holding one final deadly card—an attack that will push the boundaries of chaos itself. With a fierce intensity, Fitran raises his hand, gathering an electric energy as he intones the inspiring incantation, "Kaminari no honō!" (Fire of Thunder!). A brilliant light begins to coalesce in his palm, radiating a golden glow that sparkles like the first rays of dawn breaking through the darkness. The tension in the air thickens as if the universe itself holds its breath, and for an instant, he teeters on the edge of the abyss of destruction, where hope and desperation hang in a delicate balance, caught in this singular, pivotal moment.
On the other side, Malakothies shifted his stance, confidently raising his hand to the sky as he grasped the dark energy swirling ominously around him. "Yami no kaze!" (Wind of Darkness!) he bellowed, and with that incantation, a formidable layer of shadows surged forth, crackling with malevolent power. The air vibrated with a threatening "Grrrrr!" sound, reminiscent of a storm brewing on the horizon, as if the very wind itself had risen in fury. Sensing the impending doom of darkness encroaching upon him, Fitran understood that he had to act with urgency. "Mizu no shōkan!" (Water Summon!) he declared, and with a flourish of his palm, a colossal wave cascaded forth, countering Malakothies' dark aggression with an awe-inspiring torrent of shimmering water that reflected the light like a prism of hope.
Fitran watched Malakothies with unwavering focus, every movement analyzed as he contemplated his next defensive strategy. "If I can't attack freely, then defense is my path," he resolved, steeling himself for the trials ahead. As Malakothies unleashed another flurry of attacks, Fitran quickly gathered all his energy into a formidable shield. "Kaminari no kaminari!" (Thunder from Thunder!) he shouted, and at once, the pressure he generated erupted into brilliant streaks of lightning that spiraled around him, creating an electrifying display that rumbled through the air, resonating with a fierce "Zzzzz!" as it crackled audibly against the oppressive silence of the battlefield.
When it felt as though everything was teetering on the edge of a cataclysm, a fierce determination ignited within the depths of Fitran's heart—he would not back down. Not anymore.