Mutant awakening: My evolution knows no bounds

A bone-cracking sound echoed throughout the deserted area as the Sycrax devoured Barry's body, blood trickling down its grotesque mouth in thick, crimson streams. After gnawing on him for a few agonizing moments, it finally swallowed, a low, satisfied rumble emanating from its chest.

"Delicious," the Sycrax growled in a deep, guttural tone. It spoke in a language foreign to Miley, who stood several meters away, her body trembling and her heart pounding. Cold sweat dripped down her face, her wide eyes reflecting the brutal scene she had just witnessed.

The Sycrax had torn through her comrades with terrifying ease, reducing them to lifeless heaps of flesh and bone. The high staff members were called that for a reason—their strength far exceeded that of ordinary staff. Yet, this creature had decimated them effortlessly, as though they were nothing more than fragile toys. The sight of their brutal defeat made their formidable abilities seem laughably insignificant.

"This has to be the end," Miley thought, gripping the hilt of her blade so tightly her knuckles turned white. "There's no way I can defeat that monster. But if I'm going to die, I'll die fighting." Determination surged through her veins, pushing back the paralyzing fear that threatened to overwhelm her.

With a deep breath, Miley summoned her wind ability, propelling herself forward like a rocket. The air around her vibrated with the force of her acceleration, her speed increasing exponentially. She became a blur against the desolate backdrop, each stride a testament to her resolve.

In mere moments, Miley was within striking distance. But before she could launch her attack, the Sycrax raised its colossal leg and brought it down with bone-crushing force, aiming to squash her like an insect. The sheer power of the move caused the ground to tremble violently.

Miley's reflexes kicked in just in time. She summoned a powerful gust of wind that thrust her sideways, narrowly evading the devastating stomp. The impact sent shockwaves through the ground, and the force of it shuddered through her bones.

Without hesitation, Miley shot into the air, rising to the creature's level. Her eyes blazed with determination as she swung her blade at its chest, aiming for what she hoped would be a vulnerable spot.

CLANG!

A deafening metallic clash echoed through the area as her blade struck the Sycrax's armor. The vibration reverberated up her arm, and when she looked, she saw that the armor remained pristine—not even a scratch marred its surface.

"What is this armor made of?!" Miley shouted, frustration and desperation lacing her voice. Before she could process her next move, the creature's enormous horns began to glow, crackling with energy. A blinding laser beam shot out, slamming into her with devastating force.

The impact hurled Miley backward like a ragdoll. She crashed to the ground, skidding and rolling until she collided with a wall. Pain radiated through every fiber of her being as she gasped for breath, the wind knocked out of her lungs.

"Ugh..." she groaned, her voice barely more than a whisper. Every muscle screamed in protest, but she gritted her teeth, refusing to stay down. "I can't... give up." The words were shaky but resolute, a mantra she repeated in her mind.

She glanced to the side, spotting her blade half-buried in the sand. With gritted teeth, she reached out, her fingers wrapping around the hilt. Using it for support, she pushed herself back onto her feet, each movement an agony.

"You're a strong one, aren't you?" The Sycrax's deep voice carried a hint of surprise as it approached, each step causing the ground to quake. Its eyes glowed with a malevolent light.

"Why don't you start speaking a language I understand?" Miley spat blood onto the ground, defiance blazing in her eyes. Without waiting for a response, she charged forward again, each step fueled by sheer willpower.

The Sycrax lowered its head, horns glowing ominously before firing another laser beam. The searing energy streaked toward her, a deadly lance of light. At the last second, Miley sidestepped, feeling the heat graze her skin as the beam shot past her, sizzling in the air.

She pressed on, her body a symphony of pain. But just as she closed the gap, a burning sensation exploded in her back—the same searing agony the laser had inflicted before.

She dropped to her knees, gasping, her breath ragged. "Damn it... the beam I dodged... it circled back." The realization hit hard. Her knees sank into the sand, her once-beautiful face now smeared with blood, sweat, and dirt.

She looked up, heart hammering, as the Sycrax loomed over her. Its heavy footsteps echoed like drumbeats, each step a harbinger of doom.

"It seems you're finished," it sneered, its voice dripping with contempt. "A shame. I was beginning to like you." Raising its massive arm, it prepared to strike, the axe-like claws gleaming.

As the claws descended, a sudden blur intercepted the attack. A fist collided with the Sycrax's face, sending it staggering backward.

BAM!

Miley, eyes shut, braced for the end. When the blow never came, she cracked her eyes open to see a tall, striking figure standing before her.

Spiky golden hair veiled his eyes, and at six feet tall, he exuded a quiet, powerful confidence.

"Klaus..." Miley whispered, relief washing over her battered features.

"You've done enough, Miley," Klaus said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Rest with Kara. I'll handle the rest." His gaze never left the Sycrax, his expression unyielding.

"What do you mean, rest?" Kara's voice cut in, firm and unrelenting. She unsheathed her blade, stepping forward. "I'm fighting too."

Klaus chuckled, his smirk widening. "Fine. Just stay out of my way." Without another word, he advanced, his focus locked on the towering beast.

The Sycrax narrowed its eyes. "You... you are different from the others. But you're still human. You will be crushed!"

Klaus tilted his head, nonchalant. "No idea what you just said, buddy," he retorted. "But you crossed the line when you killed a high staff. This ends here. Good thing there's enough sand to bury your oversized body."

Before the Sycrax could respond, Klaus blurred into motion. In an instant, he closed the distance, leaping high into the air. Twisting mid-flight, he delivered a spinning tornado kick that smashed into the creature's head.

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A/N: Gift! Gift! Gift! Thanks for reading.