At a Continental Conference, the leaders of all the major territories on the continent are gathered and watching Cordayl's message together.
At its conclusion, the leader who called the meeting asks everyone in attendance what they should do about such a bold challenge.
"Obviously, we show amnesty. We all know what this boy is capable of. Let's just forgive him and move on. If nobody meets him in Youtound, there isn't an issue." One states.
"Yeah, right. And who's to say he won't decide to take the offensive and attack us anyway?" another rebuts.
The leaders break out in an argument over which option they should take when suddenly the doors to the conference room are kicked open.
The newly appointed 6 from the White Glove walk in, and slowly after, so does Napoleon.
The room falls silent when it sees Napoleon again. Napoleon coolly walks up to the front of the conference and takes control of the room.
"I can tell that I am missed. One boy threatens peace, and you all lose your marbles. Quite embarrassing." Napoleon shames them.
"Napoleon. I heard you broke out of whatever hole you were stuck in. Good to see prison hasn't changed your derision." One leader comments.
"I didn't break out. I was freed. By him." Napoleon points to Cordayl. "Which is why I can affirm that your fear about him is warranted. This boy is not to be taken lightly at all."
"Obviously. But since you burst in here so rudely, I assume you have a solution?" A leader asks.
"It's simple. You each give me full control of your military resources, and let me take care of this," Napoleon states.
One of the leaders leans to whisper to a colleague, "Somebody hit the pipe before they walked in," he chuckles.
Instantly, a member of the six is behind the leader with a weapon held to their throat.
"I see my absence has made all of you amnesiac. You sit here discussing the future of the world when it was under my leadership that you were all in your current positions and in this room.
"Accept that I have returned. The hierarchy will be no different than before my departure. You will comply or soon be reminded of my brutality. Once the boy is dead, your military returns, and we continue business as usual. Understood?" Napoleon ask.
One by one, the leaders agree, and Napoleon smiles. "Good. Inform your troops to prepare to move immediately. He broadcasted this challenge yesterday."
Storm clouds thicken behind Cordayl, as his feet are the only visible clue that he is walking forward.
A storm of equal magnitude forms above the two armies marching into the Youtound Kingdom, ready for war.
Napoleon leads an army comprised of every territory's military. The other incorporates every hero, villain, and warrior marching behind the hero Nova-Lord, who Cordayl embarrassed last year,
The two sides continue to march to the center and stop when the two forces finally meet. Across from Cordayl is Napoleon, smiling with his army behind him.
Napoleon takes a look around. "I must say, Cordayl, seeing what you have done to this kingdom is upsetting. I always admired how clean Juulian kept it." He chuckles.
Cordayl just stares at him, unamused by the unnecessary conversation.
Napoleon shakes his head and takes a deep breath. "A perfect day for battle." He states, staring straight at Cordayl.
"Agreed," Cordayl says, taking his stance. Napoleon removes his jacket, throws it on the ground, and squares up against Cordayl.
As they prepare to battle, Cordayl notices Napoleon's hands turn into a ghoulish, black color, and instantly knows not to let Napoleon touch him.
Napoleon launches first, his speed surprising Cordayl. Cordayl reacts and evades the onslaught, taking extra care not to let Napoleon touch even a piece of his clothing.
Napoleon grows frustrated, and his increase in speed leads Cordayl to have to counter-strike with strategic punches, even switching to offense to keep Napoleon at bay.
Realizing that Napoleon's hands returned to normal when he was defending, Cordayl turns up the heat on him and lands a nice kick that sends him skidding back to the army he led into the flattened kingdom.
Napoleon grimaces with rage but quickly hides his anger with a smirk. Straitening up, he tells his army to kill him and disappears behind the crowd of soldiers that rush in to take his place.
Cordayl takes a deep breath and focuses on pulling the gravity towards him. As the army gets closer, Cordayl unleashes the gravity he has gathered and unleashes the full weight of the gravity at them, knocking down several rows of soldiers as they are hit.
The army doesn't slow down at all, either trampling or jumping over their comrades to get at Cordayl.
Cordayl rushes in to attack them but jumps over all the advancing soldiers. At the peak of his leap, Cordayl increases the gravity upon himself and comes crashing down into the earth.
Jumping straight out of the crater, Cordayl is a blur as he speeds through, knocking out countless enemies on his rampage.
Napoleon dives in to catch Cordayl off guard, but Cordayl dodges it, and the man Napoleon touches instead instantly dies. Cordayl dodges Napoleon and multiple soldiers who try to swarm him.
Cordayl successfully avoids Napoleon, and one good punch is all it takes for Napoleon to hide amongst the masses again and wait for his chance to strike.
This continues for some time, with Cordayl whooping the army and Napoleon diving in and out of the fight. Eventually, though, the army's numbers overwhelm Cordayl, and Napoleon is able to just brush Cordayl.
This is enough, though, as Cordayl's eyes go white, and his body freezes just enough for him to be swarmed by the army, who all take turns unleashing devastating attacks on him.
Cordayl's body lays on the ground, his clothes in tatters as he fights to regain his breath. Two big ass warriors pick him up aggressively, holding him tightly so more people can get their licks back.
Napoleon calmly walks over to Cordayl, who is repeatedly being hit by Nova-Lord's strongest attack. "Enough, enough," Napoleon tells him.
Napoleon looks down on the beaten Cordayl, who spits blood as he looks at him through a swollen eye.
"Cordayl, Cordayl. Have you ever heard that a dog that can not be tamed is better off dead?"
"And have you ever heard that you talk too much?" Cordayl replies, receiving a mean ass punch to the stomach.
Napoleon chuckles before suddenly grabbing Cordayl by the throat, lifting him into the air.
"Unfortunately, my voice will be the last thing you ever hear on this plain. It could have been a nice final conversation." Napoleon states, draining the life out of Cordayl.
"I'd rather talk to your father." Cordayl manages as the life leaves his body.
"You will soon enough." Napoleon smiles watching the color finally leave Cordayl's eyes.
Dropping him on the ground, the warriors look on the ground at Cordayl's dead body, one of them kicking dirt on him as they walk by.
Napoleon walks and looks into the sky. "It's not safe to look into the sun, sir?" A warrior tells him.
"Just looking for confirmation," Napoleon says as he watches one of his father's clones come floating down from the sky.
The clone descends into the crowd, phasing through the mass of the living as it makes it way towards Cordayl.
Napoleon smirks as the clone, which turns out to be his father, floats past him without a word.