The stillness breaks with her challenge, her voice slicing through the oppressive quiet.
"I know you’re watching," she calls into the void. "Come finish what you started."
And then, like an omen of destruction, she appears. Kerry. Descending from the shadows of a crumbling rooftop, her wicked grin matches the glowing malice in her eyes. Yet even her vaunted power shows its strain—a deep gash across her leg makes her land unevenly, and her scorched limbs tell the story of her clash with Waling Banchi.
"Well, well," Kerry purrs, the predator circling her prey. "The little mouse thinks she's a lion. Do you even know how many have tried and failed to do what you're attempting?"
Purple’s stance shifts as her armor ripples, adapting, mutating, weaponizing. Her voice, calm yet cutting, carries through the tension.
"I’ve studied every move you made, Kerry. This time, I won’t fall so easily."
What follows is an explosive battle of wills.
Purple wastes no time, summoning the very ground beneath them to her command. With a surge of Terrakinesis, massive spikes erupt toward Kerry—one aimed precisely at her wounded leg. The strike lands, carving deep into the injury and forcing Kerry to stumble back, blood oozing dark and slow.
Purple narrows her eyes. “That leg’s a problem for you.”
Kerry retaliates with ferocity. Her Sonic Dash splits the air, energy crackling in her wake. But Purple is ready. Her Material Shield absorbs the worst of the impact, and she counters with a focused shockwave that blasts Kerry backward.
"You’re slower than before," Purple says. "That last fight cost you."
"Slow?" Kerry scoffs. "I was toying with Banchi."
Unleashing Uncontrolled Hunger, Kerry turns feral. She tears into Purple with brutal speed and power, fists and claws striking like meteors. Purple is knocked through the remains of a storefront, her armor buckling under the relentless onslaught.
She disappears into the shadows using Environment Merge, but Kerry’s laugh cuts through the silence like broken glass. She freezes the area with Icebound Fist, then shatters the frozen wall with a savage blow, revealing Purple mid-phase.
But Purple responds with precision—an Energy Blade strikes Kerry’s injured leg again, forcing another roar of pain.
"You're bleeding, Kerry. Try hiding that," Purple growls, launching an Energy Shot that sends Kerry smashing into a wall of collapsed stone.
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Kerry rises from the rubble, blood smeared across her jaw. Her eyes glow with murderous glee.
"You’ll never kill me with that weak shit."
She roars, triggering Unleashed Fury. Her frame pulses with chaotic energy, and the earth trembles under her power. The wound in her leg remains, but it's no longer slowing her—she's operating on something far worse than adrenaline.
Purple answers in kind, activating Wrath of the Adapted Warrior. Her armor burns hot with energy, reshaping and thickening around her limbs. The air becomes static with power.
They collide.
Storming Strikes vs. Raging Blows.
Stone cracks. Metal screams.
The city shudders.
Amidst the chaos, a voice crackles in Purple’s earpiece.
"Purple, it’s Silver. I found them—all of them. Multiple cores. I need time."
Purple grits her teeth. "Then buy it."
She launches her Final Core Blast, a beam of searing white energy that punches through the battlefield and engulfs Kerry. Dust and fire billow into the sky.
But when it clears, Kerry stands.
Battered. Burned. Smiling.
"My turn."
Kerry’s body ignites with wild, unstable energy as she activates Cataclysm Rend.
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Sonic Clap disorients Purple, collapsing the nearby buildings.
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Seismic Uppercut drives her airborne, limbs flailing.
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Laser Barrage from Kerry’s eyes sears Purple’s armor mid-flight.
Purple crashes down, armor smoking and split in multiple places. She coughs, barely able to rise, her systems failing.
Kerry approaches. Calm. Focused. Smiling.
"You should’ve run."
She doesn’t strike the chest. She goes for the neck.
Kerry grabs Purple by the collar and shoulder, claws slicing through the side of her neck and tearing across her shoulder joint. Purple screams, metal and flesh shearing apart. Blood splashes the ruins. Her head jerks sideways, exposed wires sparking.
Kerry digs in, fingers finding the exposed inner socket of the core near Purple’s upper chest. With a violent wrench, she rips upward and back, tearing the core out in a shower of blood, metal, and heat.
"Thank you for the fight," she breathes, holding the glowing heart aloft like a trophy.
Before Kerry can revel in her kill, a brilliant flash interrupts the moment. A blur cuts through the dust.
Silver.
He appears behind her in a blink, snatches the core from her hand, and vanishes before she can react.
"Nice trophy," he says coldly through the static as he disappears into the ether with multiple cores stored in his pack.
Kerry screams, her rage erupting in a shockwave that topples what’s left of the city block.
"Run, little thief. I will find you."
In a hidden chamber lit by faint neon glow, Silver lays Purple’s core down gently. Around him, eight other cores pulse in containment—each one humming with raw, volatile power.
His expression is tight, but resolute.
"Rest now, Purple," he murmurs. "We have what we need. You gave us the opening. I won’t waste it."
He glances at the containment field, where the cores shimmer like bottled storms.
Then—footsteps.
Soft. Deliberate. Powerful.
From the far shadows of the chamber, nine figures begin to emerge. Tall and imposing, their outlines ripple with energy. Only one breaks fully into the light—a figure bathed in an aura of golden glow, his armor humming with controlled power. His eyes shine like radiant stars, casting light across the chamber with every blink.
He already carries a core inside him. It pulses faintly beneath his chest plate, synchronized with the energy around him.
He surveys the room, then speaks with calm, unwavering authority.
"You two have done excellent," he says, nodding to Silver and the resting core beside him. "Now we can continue with our mission..."
His hand lifts—not in threat, but in declaration.
"...to bring balance to the world—starting with the Monster Kings."
The others remain in shadow, their presence heavy, their purpose clear. Each one has waited, watched, and now—finally—they’re ready to act.
The tide had shifted.
Not toward peace.
Not toward chaos.
But toward something new.