Swoosh!!

  The Eradicator lunged, its armored body cutting through the frozen air like a falling blade. Its fists blurred, striking in every direction around Jett with such overwhelming speed that it broke the very logic of movement itself. Each swing was a storm, every strike negating whatever it touched.

  Yet Jett, calm and composed, had already anticipated the reaction. Her pale-gray eyes narrowed, reflecting the green glow leaking from the Eradicator’s mask. With Mishpacha gripped firmly in her hand, she met its onslaught head-on.

  Kang! Bang! Pang!!!

  The clashes rang out like thunder across the desolate field. Sparks sprayed as her blade collided with the creature’s fists, each impact scattering snow and splitting the reality around them. The Eradicator’s armor imbued with the Ash of Negation, pressed against Transcending Negation edge of Mishpacha. The two negations collided, canceling one another out, the stalemate ringing in every blow.

  The creature’s rage swelled. Its head tilted back, and a roar ruptured from the mask, an inhuman bellow that shook the icy heavens. The sky itself seemed to darken more, clouds bending beneath its wrath as its body blazed with a violent, sickly green light. That light spread across its armor, as though it were about to negate everything.. land, air, even meaning itself.

  But then, suddenly..

  The glow faltered.

  The Eradicator staggered, confusion rippling through its movements, until...

  BAM!

  A brutal kick smashed against the side of its helmet. The impact rang out like a bell, and the Eradicator was sent tumbling across the snow, carving a long scar across the white expanse. Its armored frame skidded and rolled, scattering plumes of frozen powder, its once overwhelming existence seemed meaningless for a moment..

  Jett lowered her guard, her breath fogging in the cold. Her eyes didn’t leave the sprawled figure.

  And then, beside her, a presence formed. A soft distortion of air, a shape weaving out of emptiness.

  Liz.

  Her red hair, tied neatly into twin buns, caught the faint light of the fractured sky. She stood wrapped in her ash-furred coat, her emerald eyes steady, almost too calm for the battlefield around them.

  “You were able to damage the Eradicator with a single strike earlier,” Liz said, her tone even, “How?”

  Jett’s grip tightened slightly on Mishpacha. Her breath lingered before her lips as she replied, “It’s how Mishpacha works. It transcends its opponent when I use it for a fatal strike. And it's also imbued with Ash Of Negation.”

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  Liz gave the faintest nod, though her eyes narrowed, thoughtful. “Useful,” she murmured. Then, her voice dropped lower, almost careful, “But… how many times can you use it like that?”

  Jett’s face stilled as she paused for a moment before answering. “For now,” she admitted quietly, “only four more times. Anything more, and it’ll affect me… temporarily.”

  Liz’s eyes shifted, green shards studying Jett's face. And before another word could leave her lips...

  BOOM!!!

  An attack, swift and merciless, ripped the air apart just inches from where the two stood. The Eradicator had already returned, its armored form blazing with violent fury. Its existence shattering fists rained down in a storm of negation. Yet the blows struck nothing.

  Liz’s mere presence... her passive state of Meaninglessness, made the creature’s negation futile. Its fists tore through all existences around, the concept of the air, the snow, and even through sound itself, yet they reached no one.

  Liz’s lips pressed thin even as she saw this. Her voice, calm but edged with urgency, slipped toward Jett.

  “We have to use everything we have. Every special piece left in us. If we don’t… this thing will only grow stronger.”

  Her words hung like frost between them.

  Jett inhaled slowly, her body steady, blade lifting again into her stance. Her gray eyes gleamed with sharp resolve.

  “Alright.”

  In that moment, Liz let go of her passive veil. Meaninglessness faded.

  The Eradicator’s strikes tore through instantly..

  BOOOM!! BOOOM!! BOOOM!!

  The snowy earth split apart, craters opening where its fists landed. Shards of ice exploded outward, reality itself in that area fractured from its force.

  But Jett and Liz were no longer there.

  The Eradicator froze, armor exhaling thick green smoke. Its Ash of Negation aura burst outward, flaring in all directions like a storm meant to negate unseen threats. The snowfield warped under its oppressive breath, silence folding into destruction.

  But just then..

  It felt it.

  It's negation aura canceled out.

  And From behind, an immense pressure approached. A force that was not simply threatening to erase it.. but to collapse its very existence.

  The Eradicator turned, its glowing mask flaring. It reacted instantly, raising its armored fist to meet the storm approaching..

  And there he was.

  Dan.

  His fist, carrying the weight to collapse all things, colliding head-on with the Eradicator’s strike of negation.

  BOOOOM!!!

  The world cracked.

  The impact alone shattered all realities around, like a glass plate struck too hard, splinters of existences ripping apart in jagged streaks of white and black, fragments scattering outward in a soundless scream. Yet as quickly as it fractured, the world pulled itself back together. The broken seams of space sealed over, knitting reality whole once again, as though nothing had ever happened. But the lingering vibrations told the truth, existence itself was under siege.

  The Eradicator lunged. Its armored form, thick with green smoke, blurred forward with terrifying weight. Dan moved too, his black coat whipping as his boots carved lines into the snow-packed earth. They met in the middle, fists raised, force and fury ready to collide..

  ...but at the last instant, Dan twisted his body sideways, the motion sharp yet fluid, his dark-blue hair whipping with the icy wind. The Eradicator’s armored fist cut through empty air, missing him by a breath.

  And though no flesh had been struck, the near-collision alone fractured reality again.

  A jagged crack spread outward, shimmering like glass splintering under pressure, before mending itself with a sickening snap.

  The Eradicator froze. Then its masked head lowered slightly as though in disbelief. Rage rippled through it in an unseen wave, and the ground quaked beneath its armored boots. But before it could lash out again, it realized something..

  It no longer felt its hands.

  The creature looked down. Both arms ended in clean, empty stumps, the hands severed in silence as if sliced from existence.

  “Rrroooaaarrr!!!”

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