Executioner's League

The clash was swift and brutal. Eryx moved like a shadow, his dark energy

crackling through the air with a malevolent force that overwhelmed both Senjuro and Rin.

Despite their skill and determination, the sheer power of Eryx's corrupted abilities

was unlike anything they had ever faced.

Senjuro lunged forward with his blade, aiming a precise Prismatic Surge strike at Eryx's chest. But Eryx

sidestepped effortlessly, grabbing Senjuro by the wrist and twisting with a

sickening crack. Senjuro cried out in pain as Eryx hurled him across the room,

his body slamming into the cold, metallic wall of the Obsidian Spire.

Rin was next. He unleashed a barrage of quick, calculated

strikes infused with his Hyper

Resonance Energy, but Eryx countered every move with terrifying ease.

A wave of dark energy erupted from Eryx's palm, catching Rin square in the

chest and sending him sprawling to the ground, gasping for air.

Within moments, both assassins were on their

knees, bloodied and broken. The oppressive weight of defeat pressed down on

them as Eryx loomed over their battered bodies, his eyes gleaming with cruel

satisfaction.

"I warned you," Eryx hissed, his voice a venomous whisper. "You were never meant to win

this fight."

He raised his hand, dark energy coalescing into a

deadly spear of shadow aimed directly at Senjuro's heart.

"Your journey ends here."

As Eryx stood over the fallen bodies of Senjuro and Rin,

a twisted smile curled across his face. The dark energy radiating from his

gauntlets crackled, casting eerie shadows across the fractured walls of the Obsidian Spire.

"I expected more from the so-called

heroes of Neo-Kyoto," he sneered,

his voice echoing in the hollowed chamber. "But

in the end, you're just like the rest—weak and predictable."

But as he turned to deliver the final blow, the

ground beneath Senjuro began to tremble. A faint hum

resonated through the air, growing louder with each passing second. Eryx

paused, his expression shifting from amusement to confusion.

From deep within Senjuro's chest, a radiant pulse of energy

erupted—a brilliant, swirling vortex of Prismatic

Surge Energy. The light was blinding, refracting through the corrupted

air, cutting through the darkness like a blade. His eyes snapped open, now

glowing with a fusion of vibrant colours, each hue representing the different

elemental forces converging within him.

Eryx staggered back, shielding his face. "What... what is this?!"

Before he could react, another pulse—this one even

more intense—burst from Rin's body. His core, Victus, awakened,

channeling Hyper

Resonance Energy that

shimmered in a Bright-Golden hue. The energy surged around him,

creating a protective barrier that repelled the corrupted energy in the room.

Rin's eyes blazed with newfound power as he stood beside Senjuro, their

energies intertwining, harmonizing into a force neither of them had ever felt

before.

"This… this is what you were afraid of,

Eryx," Senjuro whispered, his voice laced with the raw power coursing

through him. "You thought

defeating us would be easy. But you never accounted for what lies within."

Rin grinned, the golden energy crackling around his fists. "You've awakened something

far worse than your nightmares, Eryx."

The air grew dense with energy, the walls of the Obsidian Spire groaning under the pressure of their

combined force.

Eryx roared in fury, launching a barrage of

corrupted blasts toward them. But this time, Senjuro and Rin moved in perfect sync. Senjuro deflected the attacks with blinding

arcs of Prismatic Surge,

while Rin countered with devastating waves of Hyper Resonance Energy,

each strike shattering Eryx's defenses.

Their powers fused mid-battle, creating a Prismatic-Hyper Overdrive,

a phenomenon unseen before. The light illuminated the entire Spire, pushing

back the darkness that had consumed it for years.

Eryx, now on the defensive, staggered backward,

his confidence crumbling.

"No… this isn't possible!" he screamed, his voice cracking under the weight of his own

fear. "You were supposed

to die!"

But Senjuro and Rin advanced, their every step resonating

with the combined power of their cores.

"Not today," Senjuro declared,

raising his blade high, the Prismatic

Surge swirling around it

like a living entity.

"Not ever," Rin finished, his

fists glowing with golden fury.

With one final, synchronized attack, they

unleashed the full might of their combined energy. The blast struck Eryx square

in the chest, tearing through his corrupted core and sending a shockwave that

reverberated through the Obsidian

Spire.

Eryx let out a final, anguished scream as his body

disintegrated into fragments of dark energy, swallowed by the light.

As the dust settled, Senjuro and Rin stood amidst the ruins, their

breathing heavy but victorious. The darkness that had plagued Solara for years was finally gone.

"We did it, Rin," Senjuro whispered,

his energy slowly fading back to normal.

Rin clapped him on the back, a tired grin on his face. "Yeah… but something tells me

this isn't the end."

As they walked out of the Spire, the first rays of

dawn breaking through the horizon, they knew one thing for certain—the fight

against The Abyss was far from over.

But now, they were ready.

The sterile white lights of Solara Medical Nexus flickered softly as the team waited anxiously

outside the intensive care unit. The hum of life-support machines was the only

sound that pierced the tense silence. Taro, Kaito, Mirae, Akira, and Hiroshi stood guard, their expressions a mix

of exhaustion and worry. The weight of the battle still hung heavy in the air,

but their thoughts were solely on Senjuro and Rin.

Moments earlier, the Shadow Reaver X9 had screeched into the hospital's

emergency bay, its sleek, armoured frame gleaming under the floodlights. The

team had rushed the unconscious bodies of Senjuro and Rin into the care of the

top medical experts in Solara, their hearts pounding with fear.

After what felt like hours, Dr. Selene Vortan emerged from the examination room,

holding a data pad with the results. His face was a mask of professionalism,

but his eyes betrayed a hint of awe.

"They're alive," he began, and the team collectively exhaled a breath they

didn't realize they were holding.

"But barely."

Taro stepped forward; his voice steady but laced with concern. "What happened to them,

Doc?"

Dr. Vortan adjusted his glasses and read from the

pad. "It's

unprecedented. When Senjuro and Rin were on the brink of death, a massive

energy pulse surged from their cores—Prismatic Surge Envic from Senjuro and Hyper Resonance Victus from Rin. These aren't just

ordinary energy signatures. The combined output was powerful enough to supply

the entire Leviathan

Enforcement Grid for

days."

The team stared at him in disbelief.

"But their bodies weren't prepared to

handle such overwhelming power all at once," Dr. Vortan continued. "It

forced their systems into shock. Their muscles, nervous systems, even their

cellular structures were strained to their limits. It's a miracle they're

alive."

Mirae clenched her fists. "So,

how long until they wake up?"

"Seventy-two hours," Dr. Vortan replied. "Their

bodies need time to stabilize and adjust to the new energy signatures.

But…"

Kaito frowned. "But

what?"

Dr. Vortan hesitated. "When they wake up, they

might not be the same. The energy has fundamentally altered their physiology.

They'll be stronger, faster… but the psychological effects of such a

transformation are unknown. They've touched a level of power that few can

comprehend."

The room fell silent, each team member grappling

with the weight of the doctor's words.

Akira finally broke the silence. "No matter what happens,

they're our friends. We'll face it together."

Hiroshi nodded. "The

Abyss isn't done. But neither are we."

As the team stood resolute, the faint beeping of

the monitors echoed in the background. Beyond those doors, Senjuro and Rin lay in a fragile state, their bodies

healing, their minds unknowingly preparing for the battles yet to come.

The war with The

Abyss was far from over.

But now, the world had two awakened warriors capable of tipping the balance.

After 3 days Senjuro finally woke up.

Taro grabbed Senjuro by the shoulders, trying to

steady him.

"Senjuro! Breathe, man! What are you

talking about?"

But Senjuro's eyes were wide, unfocused, his mind

trapped in the chaos of the images flashing through his head.

"A woman... two newborns... an

assassin... ambush..." he gasped

between breaths, "a newborn

left at an alleyway…"

Before Taro could ask more, Rin's voice echoed from the next room.

"Taro! Get in here!"

Taro sprinted to Rin's room, finding him sitting

upright, sweat beading on his forehead, his eyes just as haunted.

"A woman... her newborn son... a Segrito

member..." Rin

murmured, gripping his head as if trying to hold the memories inside.

Taro looked between the two rooms, piecing

together the fragments of their words, but it made no sense—at least not yet.

Realizing this was beyond their understanding, Rin

grabbed his Shadowlink

Nexus and dialed Dr. Vortan. The line

connected with a sharp beep.

"Dr. Vortan, it's Rin. Something's wrong

with me and Senjuro. We're remembering things… things that can't be ours."

Dr. Vortan's voice came through, calm but serious.

"Rin, this is expected. The energy surge from your awakening didn't

just enhance your physical abilities—it triggered a deep resonance with the

cores inside you. Those cores belonged to the original successors. What you're

experiencing are their memories. You're inheriting more than just power...

you're inheriting their pasts."

Rin's heart pounded harder.

"But why these memories? Why do they feel connected to us?"

Dr. Vortan hesitated, then sighed.

"Because they are connected to you. Senjuro,

Rin… you were never just random assassins. You were born into this fight."

In the silence that followed, a single thought

echoed in Senjuro's mind. He didn't know why, but it felt like a truth he had

been running from his whole life.

"This isn't just about stopping the

Abyss," he

whispered. "This is

about finding out who we really are."

And with that, the team knew: the battle against

the Abyss had just become personal.

As the Shadow

Reaver hummed along the

sleek highways between Solara and Neo-Kyoto,

the tension in the vehicle was palpable. The neon lights of passing districts

blurred into streaks, but inside, the silence was deafening.

Taro glanced at Senjuro through the rearview mirror, his voice

hesitant but firm.

"Senjuro… those things you said in the hospital… you think they're

just visions? Or memories?"

Senjuro rubbed his temples, the flashes still

vivid—a woman's scream, the

glint of an assassin's blade, and the

cold alleyway where a newborn cried.

"I don't know, Taro… but they felt real. Like I was there."

Meanwhile, Rin sat in the passenger seat, his mind

swirling. The revelation from Valan echoed in his head.

"Rin Cryster Krynn… my real name."

He couldn't shake the weight of it. His entire identity had been a lie,

hidden under layers of secrecy.

Akira replies "Sounds like a name familiar to me"

Breaking the silence, Rin turned to Senjuro.

"You think those memories… they're connected? What if we were part of something

bigger, even before all this?"

Senjuro nodded slowly.

"The Abyss. The cores. Your mother... Elyra Krynn." He paused, his voice

dropping. "Maybe the

Abyss wasn't just after power. Maybe they were after us all along."

As they neared Neo-Kyoto's skyline, the Leviathan Enforcement

Headquarters towered in

the distance. But before they could cross the final checkpoint, Rin's Shadowlink Nexus buzzed. A distorted voice crackled

through.

"You escaped the Obsidian Spire… but the

Abyss is far from done. If you want answers, meet me at Crimson Verge,

midnight. Come alone."

The call ended abruptly. The team exchanged

glances.

Akira finally broke the tension.

"Sounds like a trap."

Senjuro smirked faintly, though his eyes were

still clouded with uncertainty.

"Yeah… but it's the kind of trap we walk into headfirst."

The team prepared for what awaited at Crimson Verge,

knowing that the lines between memory, truth, and deception were about to blur

even further. The past wasn't just haunting them—it was hunting them.

Rin's eyes darkened with

determination. "Crimson Verge… that name keeps coming up. If it

leads to Quantum Bay, then that's where our answers are."

Senjuro nodded, his gaze distant as fragments

of memories flickered through his mind. "Yeah. I can feel it. Whatever

happened in our past, it's connected to that place. And maybe… to the Abyss

too."

Mirae crossed her arms, concern etched

on her face. "But Crimson Verge isn't just some random district. That area

was abandoned after the Quantum Bay Incident. The energy flux there is

unstable, and there've been reports of strange sightings—dark figures, echoes

of voices… It's not safe."

Rin smirked, though there was little humour

in it. "Since when we have cared about safe?"

Mirae sighed, shaking her head. "Just

promise me you'll be careful. And if things get out of hand, don't be stubborn.

Call us."

Senjuro gave a rare, soft smile. "We

will. But this is something we have to face ourselves. Whatever's waiting for

us in Crimson Verge… it's part of who we are."

With a final nod from Mirae, Senjuro

and Rin turned toward the northern outskirts of Solara, the path

to Crimson Verge stretching ahead like a scar across the landscape.

The closer they got, the more the air seemed to hum with a strange, oppressive

energy—one that felt both foreign and hauntingly familiar.

Whatever awaited them at Quantum

Bay, Senjuro and Rin were ready to face it. Together.

Taro clenched his fists, his frustration evident. "Damn it, Rin! You think

we're just gonna sit back while you and Senjuro face this alone?"

Mirae put a hand on Taro's shoulder, her voice

calm but firm. "Taro,

they're right. This isn't just about the mission anymore. It's something

deeper, something they need to confront themselves."

Senjuro, still recovering but his determination

shining through, nodded. "We'll

be fine. But if we don't figure out what's happening at Crimson Verge,

none of us will be safe. The Abyss... it's tied to us in ways we don't fully

understand yet."

Taro exhaled sharply, then gave a reluctant nod. "Fine. But if you're not back

when the sun hits the edge of Quantum

Bay, we're coming after you."

Rin grinned slightly, appreciating the loyalty. "Deal."

The team shared one last glance before parting

ways. Taro, Mirae, and the others

headed towards their mission in Solara,

while Senjuro and Rin took the narrow path that led north,

toward the ominous glow of Crimson

Verge—the place where their past and the dark secrets of the Abyss

awaited them.

As they walked, the weight of their memories

pressed down on them, but they knew one thing for certain: they wouldn't let

the shadows of their past dictate their future.