"And after I slain you, I will bring a more frightening taste of fear at your Succubus's mate," Don Golzulin declared affirmatively.
"Bring it on," The Young Man provoked, grinning. "I cannot wait to test more of my basic power.
His shadow-filled hand imploded into the flood of the solidified black aura enveloping The Shadowy Figther's entire arm, heaving it to peek at the above. He spun his swarmed hand that summoned a new shadowy swarm to cover his other arm as Don Golzulin darted his stare at The Young Man.
It intrigued Gilbron to ignite the flaring aura onto his back, widening his thrilling grin toward The Shadowy Figther. Noticing his opponent awaiting his movement, Don Golzulin grunted and hopped to the back as he lifted his shadow-covered palm, gathering the brimming violet energies throughout his fingers.
The Shadowy Fighter constantly propelled her palms forward, casting a barrage of the black dagger-shaped projectiles raining upon Gilbron. The presence of the projectiles fired up Gilbron's excitement as he swayed his hands and gusted a blistering wind in the front, emanating the molten surface on his fingers.
As The Shadowy Fighter landed on the ground, he locked his perceptive eyes on his foe who charged up more flare on his palms, especially with the knife-shaped projectiles imminently falling to its destined target. The Young Man swiftly shoved his hand forward, triggering the bombarding wall of an explosion.
Hence, the explosion easily decimated every raining projectile coming to The Young Man awakening the massive shockwave that trembled Don Golzulin's leg and made him almost lose his balance. The destruction of the projectiles didn't quiver The Shadowy Fighter's cautiousness as he tightly folded his hand, discharging the ravenous black strings through his wrist.
Don Golzulin sprinted to the right and thrust his opened palms forward, unfettering the army of knife-shaped projectiles fleeing to The Young Man. Gilbron beamed with immersion for encountering another horde of projectiles, fluttering his right hand that ignited the orange energy through his wrist. He also steadily placed his left hand beside his chest, feeling a small gale passing him as it came from the rallying projectiles.
Don Golzulin shrouded his eyes with the thickened shadow gleam and whispered, "Now this is the right time to unfold his explosive move."
The Shadowy Fighter sharply darted his sight Gilbron who flapped his molten hand to the front, activating the racing torches on his palm. More specifically, the molten hand touch bloomed the spark of explosion through the gale still gusted in front of The Young Man as the dagger-shape projectiles narrowly touched him.
Therefore, the bombarding explosion wall scorched and vaporized all incoming projectiles faster than a lightning strike. Don Gozulin shakily dropped his dumbfounded jaw toward the explosive view on the front, blinking the shrouding shadow from his eyes and shuddering his legs as if he stood in the middle of a blizzard.
Witnessing the crystal clear destruction of the projectiles poured unnerving sweat on The Shadowy Figther's forehead, continuously panting in horror. Flooding fear glossed into Don Golzulin's thought when a tiny shockwave cast from the imminent explosion, diminishing its presence into thin air.
Did he turn my projectiles into thin air with a single touch? The Shadowy Figther dreadfully centered his sight on Gilbron, who relaxedly walked out from the explosion's smoke.
Don Golzulin gasped. I thought his explosive touch needed a physical object to be touched with. Instead, it could even touch the wind.
Every shadow seethed The Shadowy Figther's hand dispersed without leaving any remains as he propelled his knuckles down. A huge chunk of chilling air was absorbed into Don Golzulin's throat, trying to maintain tranquility with his trembling legs stopped. He also exhaled it, washing the sweat on his forehead.
'It means I have to manipulate his senses and even his thoughts,' The Shadowy Fighter thought.
'Then, I have to use a soul base attack,' Don Golzulin added, gritting his teeth in half-frustation. 'It might drain my life force quite a lot, but it's the only choice I could think of.'
The Young Man raised his molten hand and chuckled, "You still have more special abilities to show, Nightmare of Anthonian."
"I must admit you are truly one of the most dangerous beings I ever faced, especially with you blocking all my attacks without any difficulty," Don Golzulin admitted, hushedly swinging his hand to the back.
"It doesn't mean you are invincible," The Shadowy Fighter uttered, ensnaring the shadowy cloth on his spine. "Because every living being will never escape the concept of fear, Young MAN!!"
Mangling noises of the dreaded people clamored through the thrilled Gilbron as he sneered at his opponent vibrating the ground below with his shadow-folded feet. Raven-black torches ignited on The Shadowy Figther's face the longer he plunged his feet further into the ground, luring The Young Man to grin in an intense emancipation.
Don Golzulin blared an ear-piercing growl as he freed his mouth and funneled the pitch-black orb on the top of his tongue. An enlarged black wave soared widely above as The Shadowy Fighter loudened his growl and promptly generated the spacious shockwave, trembling the statue.
Harrowing senses stung into The Ace Duelist who raised his neck and revolved his hand in front of his chest. Dark torch engulfed Viscable's beating heart when he switched the focus toward The Shadowy Fighter twisting his waving hand He broadened his excited grin with him capturing the glimpse of the wave flexibly morphin' into a wavering mixture of black and white shadowy construct manifesting into the shape of the floating wormhole.
Furthermore, a glistening orb with a center white pupil generated in the center as The Shadowy Fighter stretched his hand to the left. A maelstrom was unleashed behind the wormhole eyes and gushed upon Gilbron, who emanated the enflaming sleeve beneath his left foot, preventing him from being thrown further. It encouraged The Young Man to briefly burst a high-pitched laughter, enthusiastically waiting for the surprise of his opponent
Casmine and Lorina took a peek at the eye of the maelstrom and suddenly they whimpered in an uncontrollable fear, shaking their legs. They even shed tears from their frightened eyes, falling like rapid raindrops. Coldness froze into the course of their veins with the twin unable to even move a flinch of their limbs, especially with Casmine, snarling in horror.
"You two being influenced by The Nightmare's frightful curse even far away from him?" The Ace Duelist taunted, producing more black flames on his pounding heart that lured him to snicker proudly
Casmine cringed, "Afraid…to say…this yes."
"I felt…some unnerving fear come to my mind even though I only took…a glimpse of Don Golzulin's technique," Casmine admitted shakily, closing her despairful eyes and sluggishly steering it away from marking further at the construct.
"It felt this curse is trying…trying…trying…." Casmine struggled to finish her sentence.
"It felt…it felt like this curse is trying to…break my spirit or even my will…to live," The Wavy-Haired Girl sobbed uneasily, expressing her petrified glance despite turning her attention from the source of fear below. "If I went in the closer distance like Gilbron, I will possibly be drowned by some kind frightful illusion of fear…I guess."
Although Casmine was fully drowned in the unseen harrow, her twin sister still managed to save herself from being influenced by glowering above. Fushia particles arose through Lorina's jaw she forcibly opened it, grasping the poised serenely with her slowly stretching a smirk.
"Seemingly, your cowardly behavior gives a worse impact from the curse, Casmine," Lorina assumed, puffing a constant hefty breath as the harrowing influence gusted from her sore throat.
Casmine gobbled her saliva and reluctantly admitted. "May--maybe yes. If Gilbron wasn't here, I most likely escape from…this."
"And one more…thing bugging me, The Mighty Viscable wasn't affected by the curse," Lorina mumbled, furrowing toward The Ace Duelist and inhaling the freezing air to commence the upcoming question.
"So, did you use the same resistance magic when Gilbron trying to disintegrate your right?" Lorina guessed.
Viscable nodded brazenly, "Very much obvious."
"However, I'm indeed curious whether The Annoying Cosmic Being finally shows his true form to the unfortunate Anthonian Nightmare or remains in his weaker human form," The Ace Duelist spoke in an intrigued tone.
Casmine coughed heavily and muttered anxiously "I-I-I wish Gilbron could…show his true form…right now."
"It will end this nightmarish thing sooner if…he did it," Casmine commented, biting her shivering lip.
Afterward, The Supermodel Succubus marked her shuddering sight toward the view below, placing her hand in front of her chest. Even her twin sister, Lorina, was persuaded to ponder her sight Gilbron who impatiently lengthened his arms and ensnaring orange energy wave on his back.
Moreover, The Young Man broadened his exhilarated grin as he slowly took a few steps closer to Don Golzulin. Every time Gilbron moved forward, The Shadowy Fighter groaned in deep frustration, whirling the shadowy maelstrom on the wormhole with him driving his clutching hands forward.
Even the heavy pressure of the wind couldn't falter Gilbron's sluggish steps, heaving his eyes further like a person about to encounter the warm dawn sun. Don Golzulin grunted in quivering vexation toward The Young Man's perplexed motion, folding his hands and embedding the shadowy flare on the top.
"This must be the illusion you used to kill one of Sirgion's allies," The Young Man uttered excitedly, rubbing his chin and chortling.
"Is it the illusion you used to kill Vexacarla?" Gilbron took a guess and explained. "I heard it from the news, that she died of a heart attack because she couldn't endure your frightening illusion, right?"
The Shadowy Fighter panted in annoyance and countered, "Are you so confident your willpower alone can outwit my illusion, young man?"
"To be fair, I'm not sure about it," The Young Man admitted, gamboling on the same spot and swaying his arms from back to front. "However, it's better I see the possibility if I could withstand or succumb to your illusion."
Don Golzulin cleared his throat and muttered, "You indeed have the unbending warrior's spirit, young man."
"However, you are too easygoing to the point you didn't even consider the imminent danger," The Shadowy Fighter warned Gilbron, departing his folding hand that liberated the growing dark orb in the center.
The Young Man chortled and taunted, "Then bring it on."
"I would love to see more of your wonderful attack," Gilbron stated confidently
In a hassle, The Shadowy Fighter drove the orb upward and instantly fractured like shattering glasses, unbridling the giant ocean-like black wave. Specifically, the wave flowed closer toward Gilbron, provoking him to gush out a long freezing air and roll his neck from right to left.
Instead of retreating from the lashing giant wave, The Young Man eagerly rushed into it and enlightened his footsteps. Gilbron's presence was devoured by the expanded wave, luring The Shadowy Fighter to cough and lift his opened palm above, triggering the maelstrom on the wormhole to illuminate the pitch-black flashes.
The shadowy wormhole in the center top of Don Golzulin tumbled onto the wave that halted its flowing movement. Hence, an exuding reaction occurred with a black shadow wave redirecting to the center and spinning in full circle when The Shadowy Fighter rushedly swayed his hands to the right below.
Then, the gathered shadowy wave ascended into a humongous towering wave almost as tall as the two statues. Helplessly witnessing the rising wave, Casmine unsteadily radiated a glimmering white aura through her back. She even swallowed a large gulp of saliva, attempting to make a hasty escape due to seeing the wave injected a sense of feat into her mind.
The Supermodel Succubus also broadened her hefty eyebrows the longer she forcibly marked her sight at the wave, revealing the sighting of Prila floating in the middle and locking her disgruntled look. Only Casmine could grasp the presence of The Hair Magician, roaring a pleading scream and rapidly dropping sweats on her neck even though her legs suddenly numbed.
Lorina succumbed to the frightening wave's influence as she was forced to hold her throat when glimpsing at the towering wave. The Glutton Succubus's eyes even tremored in horror, especially below the wave, manifesting a floating figure of Daigrun VII, giving her an incited scowl.
"Casmine, we are so lucky not to jump into the battlefield," The Glutton Succubus murmured.
Casmine clenched her knuckle and shouted, "If it…wasn't for Gilbron….I will escape from this."
"I didn't want….to leave him…despite seeing the presence of Prila here kills me," Casmine admitted, glistening the white flashes within her harrowed eyes. "Whether she is real or fake, seeing her…only frightened me."
Although the frightened figure for the succubus twin didn't make any movement, they remained showered by the overwhelming fear. The only exception was none other than The Ace Duelist who shrugged it off, thickening the scorching dark toches on his rapid pounding heart.
Inside the towering dark wave, The Young Man curiously roamed around the dimension only filled with the void black realm. Gilbron continuously scanned the hollow area in every direction, spinning his right arm the longer. The sun-like aura on his back also shimmered the partying flashes, shining away some of the darkness of the room as he resumed wandering the area.
His roaming activity would soon encounter its short end when a flaming figure brimmed its presence on the front. The Young Man steered his sight at the figure whereabout and shoved his hand downward, allowing himself to be consumed by the thrill. He even blared a round of laughter, rubbing his chest.
No sense of dread stung The Young Man as he fixated his glance, stepping closer to grasp the clearer form of the figure. Precisely, Gilbron caught the sight of the crimson armored man with the void-black face and long crimson cape, igniting the enveloping blaze standing and expressing his cold glare at him.
"The Legendary Blazing hero himself, Sparror," Gilbron said, elevating his molten hand forward.
"I'm always eager to meet you one day," Gilbron professed, gathering the molten energies on his opened palm and sighing in disappointment. "Sadly, you are just part of the frightful illusion, my friend."
Nonetheless, Gilbron drew his hand upward and brimmed the vast sun-like flash through his palm. Sparror leased out the flare strings wrapping on his wrist as he observed The Young Man broadening the reach of the flash. Crimson flame engulfed The Blazing Hero's feet, evoking him to thrust his hand forward.
A combined crimson and orange blast liberated from The Blazing Hero's hand, heading it into The Young Man who anticipatively pushed his flashing palm forward. Gilbron even thrust his closer to touch the flaring blast, quaking the hollow ground. Feeling the immense shaking of his hand holding the blast, it didn't falter The Young Man's fighting spirit.
Instead, Gilbron blared a burst of delightful laughter before he barged his flashing palm to the front, mustering the enormous shockwave that juddered the ground nearby. The Young Man even pressed the multi-colored blast as he channeled more of the amplifying orange energies into his arm.
"Hope I can meet you someday," Gilbron spoke, boldly raising his head and ramming his brimming hand to the blast.
Thus, the gargantuan orange and crimson explosion wave liberated from the dept of the ground, instantaneously expanding its breach. The explosion decimated the pitch-black ground of the towering wave inside when it resumed to declare its wider expansion. Flickering dark-orange light embarked through the pitch-black wave, splashing a ridiculed frown on Don Golzulin's face.
However, The Shadowy Fighter washed away the bewilderment by shaking his head, conjuring the shadowy shroud on his feet. Secured anticipation implanted within Don Golzulin, heedfully observing the shadowy wave combusted into untraceable remains, setting free the explosion that temporarily covered the small spot of the area.
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