As Luke returned from death, elsewhere on the battlefield…
Natasha gasped, her body covered in cuts and bruises. Her legs trembled from exhaustion. Only two minutes had passed, and she was already on the verge of being killed.
In front of her, Elliot remained impassive, without a single new wound, only the ones Luke had inflicted on him.
‘This is what Luke had to face…’ Natasha thought, gritting her teeth in frustration.
The pain in her chest wasn’t just physical. It was guilt. It was regret.
She had cared for Luke since he was a baby, yet she had let him face this monster alone. A sixteen-year-old boy had borne the weight of an impossible battle, had fought to his last breath, and no one had been there to help him.
Her vision blurred with rage and despair. She had no chance, and she knew it, but she didn’t care.
Elliot tilted his head, as if already bored with the fight. His electrified sword crackled with new intensity, accumulating a brutal charge. Natasha knew she was in grave danger.
Elliot stepped forward, his weapon glowing with a lethal surge. Natasha tried to move, but her exhausted body didn’t respond in time. She wasn’t going to dodge this. There was no way to defend herself, and her stone-like skin wasn’t strong enough to withstand an attack of this magnitude.
But suddenly, the air around them distorted. They both felt it.
A chill ran down Elliot’s spine. Something was behind him. His instincts registered the shift in the atmosphere, but it was already too late.
From her position, Natasha saw a figure standing behind Elliot. Her heart skipped a beat. Her eyes widened in disbelief.
‘Luke?’ she thought in shock.
It couldn’t be real. He couldn’t be there. He was dead.
For a moment, she thought her desperate, defeated mind was showing her an illusion before she died.
But then, before Elliot’s sword could reach her, Luke raised his palm. The condensed psychic energy vibrated in his hand, and with a clean, calculated movement, he sliced off Elliot’s arm with a single strike.
Elliot turned his head, his eyes wide with surprise. For the first time in the entire fight, his expression showed something he had never reflected before: disbelief.
Seeing Luke there, standing with his body fully regenerated, shocked him as much as it did Natasha.
That shock, combined with a subtle mental command that slipped into his mind like a whisper, telling him “stay still,” was enough to freeze his body for a moment.
And Luke didn’t waste the opportunity.
His fist clenched, and in the blink of an eye, the telekinetic energy condensed around him.
A translucent, vibrating sphere, with condensed telekinetic waves, surrounded his fist.
Luke struck toward Elliot’s back.
The sphere exploded into telekinetic waves, amplifying the punch at the moment of impact. The fist sank into Elliot’s back with devastating force, completely bending him over.
The shockwave echoed through the air.
Elliot was launched like a projectile toward Natasha.
But Luke had already calculated everything.
Before Elliot’s uncontrollable body could collide with Natasha, Luke unleashed a slight but fast telekinetic wave that pushed Natasha to the side.
Elliot, unable to stop, crashed violently into a car in the middle of the road.
The metal twisted, the windshield shattered into pieces, and the impact dented the bodywork as if a meteor had fallen on it.
The blow had struck him directly. His internal injuries were severe, his breathing irregular, and blood was pouring from his mouth. He no longer had an arm, and now, his situation was critical.
For a moment, everything was silent.
Luke stood, watching the scene. Natasha couldn’t take her eyes off him, doubting what her eyes were seeing.
Luke’s body still had dried blood on his neck and torso, exactly where Elliot’s sword had pierced him before. But now, those wounds were completely closed, leaving only recent scars.
Elliot grunted and forced himself to stand.
In pain, missing an arm, with internal injuries and blood staining his mouth, Elliot’s eyes met Luke’s.
“Hey… long time no see,” Luke said, his voice unusually upbeat, almost mocking.
Luke raised a hand and with two fingers pointed to his own neck, where Elliot’s sword had pierced him minutes ago. Then he ran his gaze down his torso, showing the scars from what should have been a fatal wound.
Only one thing came to Elliot’s mind.
“Green aura…” Elliot murmured.
Luke snapped his fingers and grinned widely, “Correct!”
Elliot couldn’t believe what he was hearing; it didn’t make sense. But before he could say anything else, Luke began speaking quickly, almost babbling.
“It was an interesting trip, you know? When you stabbed that sword into my throat, I felt an unbearable pain running through my entire body. It was like being torn apart from the inside, and in just a few seconds… everything went dark. There was nothing. Just darkness and absolute silence.”
Elliot watched him warily, but Luke kept talking, as if he were reliving every moment in his mind, which was running at full speed.
“For a moment, I thought: Oh, great, this is it. But then… that glow appeared. Green, warm. That’s when I understood. It wasn’t the first time my green aura had shown up. It was always there… dormant, passive, manifesting at specific moments. Like an involuntary reflex, like something that protected my body without me even noticing,” Luke continued, his smile widening, a mix of fascination and adrenaline.
“But this time, it was different. It wasn’t passive. It was a response, a reaction to my will. In that moment, when I felt death pulling me in, I thought of only one thing: I don’t want to die. And then, my will ignited. As if something had awakened. And I knew I wasn’t going to die.” Luke finished recounting how he came back to life.
‘What the hell is wrong with him? Is he high?’ thought Elliot. There was something unsettling in the way Luke spoke and acted, so different from before.
Maybe the simple fact of coming back from the jaws of death had left him in a state of hyper-awareness, as if his mind were still processing the impossible.
“The cause of your defeat and the fall of your family is not aiming for my head,” Luke said, taking his victory for granted.
Elliot narrowed his eyes, his jaw clenched. Luke’s statement sent a chill of frustration and disbelief down his spine.
“My defeat…?” he murmured, a trace of fury in his voice. “The fight isn’t over.”
Luke, his face drenched in sweat and blood, burst into laughter. A laugh full of adrenaline, as if he were enjoying every second of the moment.
“What? Seriously?” Luke said, with a grin that showed both mockery and delight. “Despite losing an arm… do you really think you’ll make it out of this alive?” His expression was a mix of ecstasy and madness.
Elliot gritted his teeth, about to respond, when something made him fall silent.
Luke was no longer where he should have been.
His pupils constricted. Just a second ago, Luke was about ten meters away, but now… he was right in front of him.
The shock was instant. How had he gotten there so fast?
Then it clicked. An illusion. He had once again played with his perception.
Moreover, Luke’s speed had changed.
His telekinesis propelled him with more speed than usual, and his recently awakened green aura had not only healed him but had also eliminated some of his fatigue and strengthened his body. Elliot couldn’t dodge the blow in time in his current state.
But he still had an escape.
At the last second, he activated his teleportation, moving away from Luke before the impact could land. Or so he thought.
Luke had already seen it coming. With his future sight, he had predicted Elliot’s reaction. The moment he disappeared, Luke used Shambles to reappear right next to him.
Elliot barely had time to turn his head before Luke’s fist slammed into his side. His fist was surrounded by a translucent sphere of condensed telekinetic waves, and when it hit, the telekinetic waves exploded inward with brutal force.
The air reverberated.
Elliot was sent flying like a projectile, his body soaring several meters before crashing onto the asphalt with a dry impact.
He slowly got up, coughing up blood and feeling several of his ribs break.
Looking up, he saw Luke in the middle of the street, concentrating telekinetic energy around him.
In front of Luke floated a larger sphere than his usual telekinetic orb.
A sphere of telekinetic waves that seemed to hum with vibrations, as if the very air were being torn apart. The strange, cutting sound it emitted filled the space, and Elliot didn’t need to be an expert to realize that this technique wasn’t the same one Luke had used throughout the fight.
Luke had created a new form of orb, one that didn’t explode but rather pierced through. It was similar to his telekinetic slash, capable of cutting through mythical bronze. Due to its larger size, it was harder to dodge than his telekinetic cutting blast.
Luke launched the orb toward his enemy at high speed. Elliot used his teleportation to dodge it.
But again, Luke had already anticipated it with his future sight. He used Shambles, teleporting the sphere directly to Elliot’s location, swapping the orb with a very small particle of earth that he spotted with his clairvoyance.
Elliot wasn’t surprised by this and instantly teleported again. Less than a second before the orb hit him, he barely avoided it by the skin of his teeth.
“It’s useless!” Luke exclaimed with a grin, moving his two fingers again and activating Shambles to teleport the orb back toward Elliot.
Elliot clicked his tongue, but before he could activate his teleportation, a mental command entered his mind, “Stop.”
A technique that Luke had used many times in this fight. A technique that only worked on Elliot for less than a second, and almost never worked due to the brief amount of time it took for the effect to activate.
However, this time, those fractions of a second were crucial. Just when the speed of the situation seemed to accelerate beyond any possibility of reaction, that brief moment was enough. The orb, with its cutting and vibrating energy, pierced through Elliot’s body.
The left side of his torso opened up completely, revealing his internal organs in a grotesque state. The orb also obliterated his arm.
“Impossible…” Elliot murmured, looking down to analyze his body. The sensation of emptiness was unbearable. His torso had a huge hole that went all the way through, and dark, thick blood began to pour out in torrents.
Elliot’s consciousness began to fade, the world around him started to blur. In his final attempt to process the situation, he saw a cutting blast heading toward him.
Before he could do anything, he felt a cutting gust tear through the air. The sensation of his head detaching from his body was the last feeling he experienced.
‘Damn monster,’ Elliot thought, seeing a maniacal smile on Luke’s face. That was his last thought before a deep emptiness embraced him, and his consciousness vanished completely.
Luke watched Elliot’s head fall to the ground, satisfied. He wouldn’t make the mistake of not aiming for the head.
After making sure his enemy was 100% dead, Luke sat on the ground and let out a heavy sigh.
‘I won,’ he thought.
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