The Multiverse Hunter

The Witch stood at a safe distance, watching as the two Sith battled for dominance. She assisted Ali whenever she could, using her powers to divert Drogath's relentless attacks. Yet, her mind raced with disbelief.

'How had things turned around so drastically?' Just moments ago, she had plotted Ali's demise, confident in her ability to kill him. Now, they were fighting for their lives together against a monstrous force.

Once more, she summoned her roots, manipulating them to intercept Drogath's devastating strikes at the last possible moment.

But this time, Drogath had reached his limit. The towering giant turned his crimson gaze toward her, lowering his horned head like a predator preparing to charge.

One second, Drogath stood in the distance. The next, he was thundering toward her, every colossal step shaking the earth beneath him and sending shockwaves rippling outward.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BANG!

With one final, thunderous step, Drogath launched himself into the air, transforming into a deadly missile hurtling straight at the Witch. She froze, paralysed as the ground quaked beneath her.

Her body refused to move, and her magic reserves were too depleted to perform a teleportation spell. She realised with chilling clarity: there was no escape.

The Witch let her arms fall limply to her sides and closed her eyes, accepting her fate. She braced herself for the inevitable, the destruction Drogath would bring upon her. His immense form barrelled closer, trailing a path of destruction in his wake.

VOOOOOOOM.

Her eyes snapped open. The crushing impact never came. She found herself alive, suspended in a protective hold. Ali stood before her, clutching her with his one remaining arm.

The two of them had moved far from Drogath's trajectory, now standing in an area untouched by the trail of devastation. The ground where Drogath had struck was laid bare, reduced to a wasteland of uprooted trees and shattered stone.

The Witch turned her gaze to Ali. She took in the sight of his black veins pulsing up his neck and onto the left side of his face, where his left eye was an unnatural, inky black.

For the first time, she noticed his quickened breathing, his chest heaving. She lowered her gaze further, only now realising that his left arm was completely gone, leaving only a bleeding stump.

Ali's focus wasn't on her, though. His dark eyes locked onto Drogath in the distance. After a moment, he glanced down at her.

Without a word, a grotesque transformation began at his shoulder. A bone jutted out, and veins, muscle, and skin rapidly formed over it. Within seconds, his left arm had regenerated, fully restored.

Without hesitation, Ali's newly formed hand reached down to her chest, yanking the relic from its place nestled between her cleavage.

"What are you doing? Without it, I can't control the forest!" she exclaimed, alarmed as he dropped her unceremoniously to the ground.

"I'm hungry," Ali replied, his tone cold and resolute. "So I'm ending this… RIGHT NOW."

Without waiting for a response, he turned and sprinted toward Drogath, the relic now in his possession.

Drogath sat amidst a pile of broken trees, his colossal body battered but unrelenting. His crimson eyes burned with a ferocious red light, yet his face and body showed signs of strain.

Dark cracks marred his purple skin, and blood began to seep from his eyes and nose as the overwhelming dark side energy ravaged him from within.

Even so, Drogath rose to his feet, his movements deliberate and heavy. Step by step, he made his way back through the wasteland of crushed trees, his massive form an indomitable force of destruction.

Suddenly, he froze, his senses alert. A light tap landed on his left shoulder. Drogath swung his arm with all his might, but his blow connected with nothing but air. Ali stood in the distance, leaning casually against a tree, his expression calm.

With a snap of his fingers, a spark of red lightning arced on the amulet now embedded in Drogath's left shoulder.

CRACK. CRACK.

Drogath's fiery gaze shifted to his shoulder, where the relic began to crackle and glow with deep green energy. The cracks widened, glowing brighter and more unstable by the second.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

The relic exploded with devastating force, sending a massive cloud of green flames surging into the sky. From above, the aftermath looked like a giant emerald mushroom cloud erupting from the forest.

Ali emerged from the flames, his muscular frame illuminated by their green glow. The fire licked at his skin, but it left him unscathed as he walked with slow, deliberate steps toward the epicentre of the explosion.

There, Drogath knelt, his once-imposing figure now weakened. His black armour had been obliterated, leaving the left side of his body exposed.

His purple skin, surprisingly untouched by burns, stood in stark contrast to the carnage around him. The dark side energy still clung to him, stronger than ever, its corrosive power visibly tearing him apart from within.

Ali stopped in front of Drogath and grabbed the giant's horn, forcing Drogath's head up to meet his gaze.

"You better snap out of this, Drogath… Or I'm going to have to kill you," Ali said, his voice low and ice-cold.

Ali tapped his comms device, and Reka's voice played over the static.

"Drogath, let's go have fun… Come on, Ali won't know…"

The recording continued, Reka's tone pleading. "Please, it'll be quick, I promise… PLEASE."

As Reka's voice echoed in the message's final moments, Drogath's crimson eyes flickered, their fiery intensity dimming. For a moment, it seemed as though he might return to his senses.

But then Drogath roared, the crimson flames in his eyes reigniting with terrifying force. The dark side energy exploded outward, cutting into Ali's body like serrated blades.

Blood sprayed from deep gashes that opened across his chest and face, painting the ground red.

The black veins on Ali face receded back into his body, his left eye was still completely black, but his right eye…

IT WAS SLOWLY TURNING BLACK

Ali's hands clamped around Drogath's massive head, and he began to twist it at an unnatural angle, fully prepared to break his comrade's neck.

Drogath grabbed at Ali's arms, straining to push him away, but it was futile. Ali's strength was monstrous. He tightened his grip, veins bulging in his arms as he forced Drogath's head closer and closer to the breaking point.

"Brother."

The final word, spoken in Reka's voice, echoed faintly from the comms device.

At that sound, Drogath's body shuddered. His grip on Ali's arms slackened, and the red in his eyes extinguished, replaced by their natural golden yellow.

"Zerina," Drogath muttered softly. His massive body swayed before he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Ali exhaled sharply, releasing his hold on Drogath. He gently lowered the giant's head onto the soil and sat down beside him. Closing his eyes, Ali rested his bloodied arms on his knees as trails of blood trickled down his eyes.

"It hurts," Ali murmured, his voice raw and trembling. He clenched his fists, his body trembling as a low groan escaped his throat. "It hurts so… fucking much…"

STEP. STEP. STEP.

From behind a tree, the Witch cautiously emerged, her green magic still faintly glowing around her hands. She hesitated before approaching the two Sith. She passed by Drogath's massive, motionless body and stood beside Ali, her eyes scanning him with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

"Is it over?" she asked tentatively.

Ali didn't respond at first. His head remained bowed, his breathing steady but heavy. After a moment, he raised his head, and a sinister smirk spread across his blood-streaked face.

"Just one hot girl left to deal with," he said menacingly, standing over the Witch.

The Witch instinctively backed away, her heart racing as she saw the dark lines etched into his face from the trails of dried blood.

They only enhanced his unnerving beauty, making him look less like a man and more like a devilishly handsome angle…of DEATH.

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