Toji bit down on his tongue hard, drawing a sharp line of blood across its surface—just enough to shock his senses back into perfect focus. Pain was a tool, and right now, he needed clarity. His vision sharpened just in time to see Ali rocketing up from below like a crimson meteor, lightsaber roaring in his hand.
SLASH
Toji's reaction was near-inhuman. The Inverted Spear of Heaven lashed out in a horizontal arc, clashing against Ali's blade mid-air. At the same time, his elbow twisted sharply—slamming toward Ali's face with merciless speed.
Ali instinctively rotated his body, letting the strike graze his shoulder instead of shattering his jaw. But the price was steep—a deep, clean cut carved across his deltoid, blood spraying into the wind as both warriors spun violently.
The battle became an aerial storm.
Their bodies twisted and spiralled in free-fall, clashing in a whirlwind of instinct and precision. In the span of seconds, they unleashed a torrent of attacks.
BANG
BANG
UGH
BANG
SLASH
SLASH
Each strike was met with a counter. Each blow was answered with force.
Ali suddenly halted his descent mid-air—Force suspending him high above the ground. Then, like an eagle , he dove—knee-first—toward Toji with devastating velocity. Toji was falling toward the slanted rooftop of a tall tower, and he had no time to dodge conventionally.
His instincts kicked in.
The moment his feet made contact with the roof's surface, he immediately twisted his body sideways with whip-fast precision—avoiding death by mere inches.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Ali's knee smashed into the rooftop with cataclysmic force, wood and stone bursting upward in a radial shockwave. Debris rained around them. They locked eyes in that single moment.
The roof gave way beneath them.
Both men crashed through the ceiling in a cascade of splintered wood and broken beams. Mid-fall, they kicked at each other simultaneously, their legs colliding with such force that the shockwave split the floorboards below, causing a second collapse into the level beneath.
CRACK
Ali felt the pain, His shin cracked from the brutal impact with Toji's leg—a reminder of the raw physicality of this fight. But he didn't hesitate. He twisted in the air and retaliated with his other leg—a heavy roundhouse that Toji blocked just in time.
At the same moment, Ali's lightsaber came spinning through the air, aiming to carve through Toji's unguarded back.
Toji's senses screamed again. He whipped his arm behind him, deflecting the weapon mid-flight and neutralising the threat in a blur of movement.
They landed on one of the tower's upper rooms.
Toji came charging again—spear flashing in hand. Ali met the challenge with both arms raised and his Force sense dialled up to its maximum. The whispers were clear now, painting Toji's movements before they even happened.
SLASH SLASH SLASH
Toji struck three times in vicious, overlapping angles—each one strong enough to split stone.
Ali's body became fluid. He slipped through the slashes, narrowly dodging each one by inches. Then he countered with a barrage of his own.
PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH
Toji blocked the first two, but the third met his fist directly—a raw, unfiltered collision.
BREAK. CRACK.
Toji's face twisted in pain. His knuckles shattered completely from the impact of Ali's hot red fist—a hand already withering away, steam hissing from the blackened skin.
Ali didn't even flinch. 'I can heal,' he thought. 'He can't.'
Toji's instincts roared. NOW! His broken hand flared with resolve as he lunged the spear forward, aiming for Ali's exposed ribs while his right arm remained useless.
Ali saw the move.
He didn't dodge.
He lunged into it.
Toji's eyes widened. 'What is he doing?'
The spear plunged into Ali's right side, sinking into his lung with a gruesome squelch. Blood exploded out of Ali's mouth and blood escaped through his nose.
Toji adjusted his grip, preparing to drag the spear downward toward Ali's heart—but he was already too late.
Ali wrapped his arms around Toji's torso, one arm looped over, the other gripping his own wrist.
Toji struggled, but it was like getting caught in a hydraulic press.
Ali's muscles expanded grotesquely—black veins pulsing and bulging, his body locked in a full-power bearhug.
'What… is this strength?!' Toji thought as the pressure in his core mounted to unbearable levels. His abdominal wound tore open even further, blood cascading out of him in heavy streams. His grip weakened—the spear now lodged uselessly inside Ali, refusing to budge.
Ali coughed up another mouthful of blood. It sprayed across Toji's side as he grunted—lifting Toji clean off his feet and arching backward.
SLAM.
Toji's head and back smashed through the wooden floorboards, sending them crashing two stories down, debris splintering in every direction as the impact destroyed the rooms below them.
Shards of wood had stabbed into his back and sides, and for a split-second, Toji lay still—blood matting his hair, his breath shallow, his entire frame twitching from trauma.
UGH—
MMMMMMM—
Toji groaned, body rag-dolling through the collapsing tower, blood trailing behind him like ribbons in the air. He'd broken free of Ali's grip at the last possible moment, spear still in hand—but escape didn't mean survival. Not this time.
Little did he know…
Ali was already preparing to end it.
As he descended, his body steady and controlled thanks to the Force, Ali's consciousness dove inward—into the glowing, silent realm of his Spirit. Time slowed. His form flickered inside the ethereal chamber, barefoot above the shimmering black pond of his Spirit energy.
It was almost full.
'I've barely used any of it,' he thought, eyes narrowed. 'But to kill someone like him —I can't afford even a single mistake.'
Every second of this battle had demanded perfection. When Ali wasn't perfect—he almost died. One kick had nearly caved in the entire side of his body.
"The ending has to be enough to finish him."
Ali's gaze fell to the glowing gold circle at his feet. He reached into the pond and willed four full points of Spirit into the spell.
Only three answered his call.
'So the maximum is three, huh?' he thought, unbothered. 'It'll have to do.'
He stepped out of his Spirit realm and back into reality—into free-fall.
Below him, Toji was ready—spear aimed like a javelin, black eyes locked on Ali as he descended from above. His muscles tensed for one final, fatal blow the moment Ali touched the ground.
But Ali had no intention of landing gently.
His leg lifted high—and came crashing down in a straight, vertical arc aimed squarely at Toji.
Toji's instincts screamed.
'Something's wrong! He's doing something. What is it—MOVE!'
His thoughts scrambled as his body tried to obey, but the ravaged hole in his stomach dragged him down like a curse, slowing him by a mere breath.
A breath too long.
Ali's foot ignited in radiant gold.
Toji's pupils dilated—blinded as light erupted before him.
BANG.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.
The moment the kick landed, the entire world shifted.
A sunburst of gold exploded outward in a perfect circle from Ali's foot, tearing through everything in its radius. The detonation of Spirit energy roared with divine fury, cleaving through the wood, stone, and walls of the ancient tower like divine punishment.
The temple—the entire tower—couldn't withstand the might of that spell.
BOOOOOOM.
CRAAACK.
VOOOOOOM.
Floor after floor disintegrated under the assault, the wood bursting into fireflies of debris, collapsing inward like a dying star. Dust plumed upward like smoke from a battlefield—until all that remained was a jagged, mountainous ruin of splinters and broken timber.
Atop the wreckage stood two figures.
Or rather—a man and what was left of one.
Ali stood above him. His black veins pulsed quietly beneath his perfect skin, the aftershock of power still vibrating through his stance.
Toji lay below him—his torso, arms, and bloodied face still intact.
But below the waist?
Gone.
His shredded intestines spilled across the debris like wet rope, trailing between Ali's boots and curling into the crumbled stone.
Toji looked up—face broken, caked in blood and dust—and smiled. A defiant final grin for the man who had bested him.
"You… name…" Toji struggled to say the words, mouth quivering, lungs fighting for one last breath. This… this was the strongest man I've ever fought. The only who'd bested him in a straight contest of martial arts in his prime.
Ali stared back, unmoving. "Ali."
Then came the cold verdict.
"Be honoured to die by my hands."
Toji's blood-filled eyes slowly dimmed. His head rolled to the side, and with a faint rattle, Toji Fushiguro—the Sorcerer Killer—died.
Silence.
Ali looked up at the ruined temple—which was filled with destruction as a result of the fight, he then glanced at the mountain of rubble he was standing on.
Then—a memory flashed.
Like a whisper across time.
He was younger.
Sitting atop the great pyramid of Giza, its ancient stones warm beneath him under the star-blanketed Egyptian sky. A soft desert wind swept through the night air.
Beside him stood a man—tall, broad, and powerful, nearly matching Ali in build. His long brown hair flowed in the wind like the mane of a lion. But it was his eyes that stood out: not just green—glowing emerald that filled his entire eye, lit with a power Ali had only glimpsed in his own reflection when he pushed his cells to the edge of existence.
But this man—he had it in both eyes. Always.
"Ali," the man said, voice deep and rich like thunder wrapped in silk. "You are the destined one."
His eyes narrowed.
"It has never been more attached to anyone like it is to you… like you were born with it—fused into your very being."
Ali said nothing.
The man's gaze sharpened with something between pride and sorrow. "But you're still not strong enough to defeat her."
Ali clenched his fist. He didn't even realise he was holding a rock until it crumbled into dust in his hand.
"Abandon your humanity," the man said. "Just like she has. We are superior to the humans in every way."
"I will prepare you to the best of my ability. But in the end… it's all in your hands."
His long hair swayed as he turned toward the distant horizon, green eyes glowing beneath the moon.
"Whether you ascend… and become the greatest of our kind."
"Or die."
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