GODGEAR - JOURNEY TO SAVE EDEN

Jareth charged with all his might, flames roaring from his claws as he slashed at Fujin's massive form. The winds howled around her, forming a barrier that deflected his every attack. Each strike from her glowing blade sent shockwaves through the air, forcing Jareth to retreat further with every clash.

His golden claws connected with her leg, but to his horror, they left no mark. Not a scratch. The energy surrounding her godlike form was impenetrable, and no matter how hard he tried, his attacks seemed useless.

"Damn it!" he growled, dodging another sweep of her sword. "Why can't I break through?"

Fujin's laughter echoed, deep and thunderous. "Your efforts are futile, dragon," she declared. "You may be strong, but you are nothing before the power of a true god!"

Sweat dripped from Jareth's brow as he skidded to a halt, his wings spreading wide to stabilize himself. He clenched his fists, frustration mounting.

"Jareth."

The Dragon God's voice rumbled in his mind, calm but filled with something Jareth couldn't place—amusement?

"What is it?" Jareth snapped, panting heavily.

"Do you even know what you are fighting right now?"

The question caught him off guard. "What do you mean? I'm fighting a GODGEAR user—someone like me!"

The Dragon God chuckled, a deep and resonant sound that sent chills down Jareth's spine. "No, Jareth. You are not fighting a GODGEAR user."

"What?"

"You are fighting a god. A real god."

Jareth's blood ran cold as the words sank in. He glanced up at Fujin's colossal form, the winds swirling around her like a tempest. It all made sense now—the overwhelming power, the divine presence, the inability to even scratch her.

"But… how?" he muttered.

The Dragon God's tone grew sharper, commanding his attention. "And do you want to know who I am, Jareth? Do you even understand the power that resides within you?"

Jareth blinked, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. "You're a god too, right? A Dragon God. You said that before."

"No." The voice thundered in his mind, shaking him to his core. "I am not just any god."

Fujin paused her assault, as if sensing the shift in Jareth's demeanor. She tilted her head, her glowing eyes narrowing.

The Dragon God continued, his voice rising with each word. "I am the Almighty. The God of Gods. The one who stands above all others in power and dominion. You, Jareth, bear the strength of the supreme deity of dragons. You wield my legacy—the GODGEAR of Bahamut, the Dragon King!"

Jareth staggered backward, his mind reeling. "Bahamut…? The King of Dragons?"

Fujin's expression changed, her smirk faltering as she seemed to recognize the name.

"Yes," Bahamut rumbled. "And it is time for you to stop holding back. My power is yours to command, Jareth. But to use it, you must embrace what you are. You are my champion—the bearer of my strength, my flames, and my wrath. Let me guide you, and together we will show this so-called god what it means to stand before the Almighty."

Jareth clenched his fists, his claws sparking with renewed energy. His wings flared open, their golden light intensifying. "Alright, Bahamut," he said, his voice steady despite the chaos around him. "Show me how."

"Then let us begin."

A surge of power exploded through Jareth's body, his muscles expanding as golden scales spread across his skin, glowing like molten metal. His frame grew larger, towering over his former self. His legs thickened, bending into a more dragon-like stance, while his arms bulged with raw strength.

His face stretched forward, reshaping into a fearsome humanoid-dragon head with sharp, angular features. His eyes burned with golden fire, and two massive horns erupted from his head, curving upward like a crown.

His wings expanded, their edges razor-sharp and glowing with divine energy. The ground trembled beneath him as he roared, the sound echoing like thunder across the battlefield.

Fujin hesitated, her expression no longer confident.

"This is your true form, Jareth," Bahamut said, his voice resonating with pride. "A dragon of the gods. Use my strength and show her what it means to face the Almighty!"

Fujin raised her blade, summoning a tornado to engulf him. "Do you think this form will save you?" she shouted, her voice laced with defiance.

Jareth lunged forward, faster than he had ever moved before, flames and winds clashing violently. Despite his newfound power, Fujin's god form proved to be an equal match, her speed and agility making it hard to land a decisive blow.

His claws tore through the air, but her winds deflected them effortlessly. Every strike of her blade forced him to retreat, and the realization began to set in—he couldn't harm her, even like this.

"Damn it!" Jareth growled.

"Patience," Bahamut said, his tone steady despite Jareth's frustration. "You must learn her patterns. Let me guide your instincts. Trust in my wisdom, and we will find a way."

As the battle raged on, Jareth felt a shift—not just in his body, but in his mind. He began to sense her movements, anticipate her attacks, and understand the flow of the battle.

"Let's end this," he growled, his claws igniting with Bahamut's fire.

The clash of gods continued, the heavens trembling as their battle reached its peak.