The Multiverse Hunter

The deep green arrow left the massive stone bow with a terrifying force, its size dwarfing the narrow corridor as it surged forward, tearing through walls and floor panels in its relentless trajectory toward Drogath.

The very air seemed to crackle and scream under its unnatural energy, the arrow radiating a pulsating green aura that distorted the surroundings.

The ground trembled violently beneath its wake, the overwhelming power leaving destruction in its path as it honed in on its target.

Drogath's eyes glowed a furious, molten red, blazing like twin furnaces fuelled by the raw power of the Dark Side. The pulsating veins in his temple bulged, his muscles tightening as he focused all his energy into his strike.

The Force swirled around him like a hurricane, creating a visible distortion in the air. His arm vibrated violently as it held back the surge of unleashed energy, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The arrow loomed closer and closer, a harbinger of annihilation.

With a guttural roar that seemed to shake the very fabric of reality, Drogath bellowed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

The roar itself was a weapon, releasing a shockwave that reverberated through the entire level, shaking the walls and dislodging debris from above.

Then, in an instant of blinding speed, he unleashed his Force-fuelled punch, driving it forward with every ounce of power he could muster. His fist met the tip of the arrow, and for a fraction of a heartbeat, the two forces clashed, frozen midair.

A grinding friction of opposing energies sparked a moment of violent tension as the power of the arrow clashed against Drogath's unyielding strike.

The sound that followed wasn't merely loud; it was deafening, an apocalyptic boom that drowned out all other noise.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

The collision unleashed a catastrophic explosion that consumed four entire levels of the skyscraper in one devastating instant.

The sheer force of the detonation sent shockwaves rippling outward, shaking the surrounding cityscape and shattering windows for blocks around. From the streets of Tartek, the green light of the explosion momentarily blinded onlookers, casting ominous shadows against the night sky.

When the light faded, the awe-stricken citizens could finally see what had happened. Four levels of the skyscraper were gone, reduced to smouldering rubble.

What remained were skeletal supports and faintly glowing fragments of energy suspended in the air. The structure above groaned ominously, barely clinging to stability.

It looked as if someone had bitten a massive chunk out of the skyscraper, leaving it precariously perched on crumbling pillars.

Inside, chaos reigned. The explosion had sent everyone on the higher levels sprawling, the floors trembling like an earthquake had struck. Staff and attendees alike screamed as they scrambled for safety, panic spread.

Beneath the rubble, a massive armoured hand burst through, scattering chunks of stone and twisted steel. Drogath emerged, his unscathed form illuminated by the faint purple glow of his armour.

His shoulders heaved as he drew deep breaths, the intense exertion of the Force catching up to him. Slowly, he surveyed his surroundings, scanning the devastated area for any trace of the Witch.

'My punch smashed through her arrow and exploded toward her,' Drogath thought, piecing the events together in his mind. 'I saw her disappear…She must have teleported in the last moment.'

Indeed, the Witch had vanished, her teleportation spell saving her from certain death. But the evidence of her defeat was clear—the smouldering remnants of her magic lay scattered, a testament to Drogath's overwhelming power.

Drogath's victory was short-lived, however. The groaning sound of failing steel filled the air, and he looked up to see the shattered pillars supporting the higher levels of the skyscraper beginning to crumble.

His glowing eyes narrowed as he realised the gravity of the situation.

'Oh no!'

Without hesitation, Drogath raised his massive arms and summoned every ounce of the Force he could muster. A shimmering layer of energy materialised above him, forming an invisible barrier just beneath the structure.

The weight of half the skyscraper pressed down on his barrier, but Drogath held firm, his muscles straining and his armour glowing brighter under the immense pressure.

He gritted his teeth as sweat poured down his face. "Ali… help," he muttered under his breath, his voice barely above a whisper as his full concentration went into holding up the building. He couldn't risk speaking further, knowing every word would weaken his resolve.

Ali, sprinting through another level of the skyscraper, froze as he received Drogath's urgent voice message. His sharp mind immediately assessed the situation.

"Lena," Ali barked into his comms. Lena answered the call and described the view of the skyscraper from outside to him.

"Send every available vehicle to the building now. Stabilise the structure and provide backup for Drogath immediately!" His tone was clipped and authoritative, leaving no room for argument.

"Yes, my Lord!" Lena's voice responded, trembling slightly with urgency as she relayed the orders.

Meanwhile, the player, having narrowly avoided the chaos above, paused on a lower level to catch his breath. His eyes scanned the rubble-strewn floor, noting the mangled corpses of unlucky staff members crushed beneath the falling debris. He was three levels above the floor Drogath was holding.

"Fuck," he muttered, his voice laced with exasperation. His sharp gaze visualised his Spirit, imagining the glowing blue vial that represented his Spirit. At 0.7 attribute points, it was a significant reserve, making him a formidable force in the Slums.

But even he couldn't ignore the magnitude of what he was up against.

He dropped his bag to the ground, pulling out a pair of modified blasters. The weapons hummed ominously as they powered up, their barrels glinting in the dim light. His resolve hardened as he turned toward the staircase.

Kale emerged from the shadows, his lightsaber hilt clutched in his hand. His eyes locked on the player, calm and determined.

"Hand it over," Kale commanded, his voice steady as stone.

The player's lips curved into a faint smirk. "Hand what over, Jedi?" he retorted, feigning innocence as he inched closer to the shattered window.

"You know exactly what I mean," Kale shot back, stepping forward with deliberate caution. His lightsaber remained unlit, but the tension in his stance made it clear he was ready to strike.

"The relic. Give it up now, and this doesn't have to end in bloodshed."

"You cannot escape," Kale warned, his tone steady as he stepped closer to the player. The Jedi's lightsaber hilt rested firmly in his grip, ready to ignite at a moment's notice.

"The jet pack won't save you from the Force," he added, his eyes locked on the man now standing dangerously close to the shattered glass window.

The player glanced over his shoulder at the dizzying view of the city far below. The wind howled through the broken glass, carrying with it the chaos from the floors above. His fingers flexed over the triggers of his twin blasters, his smirk growing despite the Jedi's words.

Unbeknownst to them, outside the towering skyscraper, a shadow descended from the heavens like a missile. A man cloaked in black, moving with blinding speed, sliced through the air.

Ali's sharp eyes counted each level he passed at an inhuman rate, tracking his descent with pinpoint accuracy. The cold wind whipped around him, but he remained focused, his target drawing closer with every fraction of a second.

As he approached the desired floor, Ali reached for the black handle at his side. With a fluid motion, he pressed a button along its edge, and the device sprang to life. A massive crimson quinque erupted from the handle, the blade glowing a menacing red.

CRASH!

Ali drove the quinque into the skyscraper's walls with immense force, halting his descent in an instant. The impact shook the surrounding structure, sending dust and debris cascading down the building's side.

The Sith apprentice hung suspended, his crimson weapon embedded deep into the concrete as he assessed his position.

From this vantage point, Ali glanced back momentarily to see the Empire's flying vehicles rapidly approaching the skyscraper. Their sleek forms sliced through the air, their lights illuminating the chaotic scene. Satisfied with their progress, Ali turned his attention back to the building.

He tightened his grip on the quinque, channeling his strength through the blade. With a sharp pull, he used the Force to steady himself before thrusting the weapon forward. The crimson blade surged deeper into the wall, carving a massive entry point with a grinding roar of destruction. The Force amplified his movements, ripping apart steel and concrete with ease.

BOOM!

A thunderous explosion rocked the interior as Ali smashed through the wall, creating a massive opening. Dust billowed into the room as jagged chunks of debris scattered across the floor, making the already tense atmosphere even more suffocating.

Inside the room, Kale and the player instinctively turned toward the source of the destruction. Their eyes widened in unison as the dust began to settle, revealing a masked Sith.

Ali stepped through the gaping hole he'd created, his imposing figure illuminated by the faint light spilling in from outside. The crimson mask pierced through the haze like a predator's gaze, locking onto the two men.

His Sith uniform was pristine despite his violent entrance, the darkness surrounding him practically oozing with malice.

"SITH!" Kale shouted, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and urgency. He took a cautious step back, glancing between the player and Ali as he gripped his lightsaber hilt tighter. The situation had escalated far beyond what he'd anticipated.

Ali's gaze shifted to the player, his voice cold as he spoke.

"You've made a big mistake being greedy,"

The player stiffened, his smirk fading slightly as he tightened his grip on the blasters.

Ali's tone dropped even lower, a dangerous edge creeping into his voice. "You could have walked away alive. But now? Your death is inevitable."

The killing intent radiating from Ali was suffocating, a heavy, invisible force that made even the air feel hostile. Both Kale and the player felt their instincts scream in warning, the primal fear rising within them.

Then, a calm yet authoritative voice broke the tension.

"Not so fast, Sith."

Ali turned to see the Jedi Master descending the staircase, her green dress flowing elegantly despite the chaos around her. She held her pristine white lightsaber hilt.

"The relic will not fall into your hands," she declared, her voice firm and resolute. "I will see to that personally."

"Hey hey hey, you fuckers are getting ahead of yourselves here.", all eyes went to the player who started glowing an ethereal blue.

"What the hell is that?" Kale muttered.

Ali's midnight coloured eyes narrowed behind his mask. 'What kind of power is this?' he thought as the glow intensified.

The player smirked, his confidence radiating as brightly as the light surrounding him. "Let's make this fun."

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