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The sudden surge of demonic energy disrupted the battlefield, sending us all flying in disarray. As we struggled to regain our bearings, a figure materialized, standing alongside Volgan, who was now being choked by a commanding man with silver-white hair. The atmosphere shifted as the newcomer addressed us with a mixture of disappointment and disdain.

With an imposing presence, the silver-haired man surveyed the aftermath of our battle against Stack. His gaze, cold and calculating, held an air of authority that sent shivers down our spines. Volgan, now in the grip of this formidable figure, seemed to pale in comparison to the newcomer's sheer dominance.

As the silver-haired man spoke, his voice resonated with an undeniable sense of power. "I expected better from my subordinate. To think he would create such an abomination." His tone conveyed a measured displeasure, as if our struggle against Stack fell short of his expectations.

With a dismissive gesture, he released Volgan, who staggered backward, visibly weakened. The silver-haired man's eyes flickered with disdain as he turned his attention to Stack. In an instant, his expression hardened, and with a swift motion, he unleashed a destructive force that obliterated the enigmatic creature.

Euclid : I cannot tolerate such failures

he declared, his voice cutting through the tense silence. The remnants of Stack disintegrated under the overwhelming power at his command. It became evident that the newcomer held authority that surpassed Volgan's, marking him as a significant figure within the demonic hierarchy.

As the dust settled, the silver-haired man finally revealed his identity.

Euclid:I am Euclid Lucifage, leader of this operation.

His name resonated with an ominous weight, hinting at the formidable role he played in the unfolding events.

In the aftermath of his destructive display, the subway tunnels became an arena where the hierarchy of demonic forces was laid bare. Euclid Lucifage, with an air of unforgiving authority, addressed us with an expectation that hinted at the challenges yet to come. The presence of this influential figure marked a turning point in our confrontation, signaling a shift in the dynamics of our struggle against the mysteries that lurked in the shadows.

As we absorbed the impact of Euclid Lucifage's arrival, the subway tunnels echoed with the weight of his words. The enigmatic leader, now a central figure in our unfolding saga, set the stage for a dialogue that promised revelations and challenges that would shape the course of our ongoing battle against the forces that sought to unravel the delicate balance between the supernatural and the mortal realm.

Euclid Lucifage's words resonated through the subway tunnels, unveiling a chilling revelation.

Euclid:Your devil god creation was a mistake

he declared, his tone devoid of mercy. The mention of a devil god stirred a realization within me—could this be the entity we had discovered in the laboratory? The mysteries deepened as Euclid continued to unravel the enigma that surrounded our recent encounters.

A sense of foreboding hung in the air as Euclid, with an imperious wave of his hand, passed judgment on Volgan. The once formidable subordinate crumbled to ashes, a manifestation of Euclid's unforgiving power. The silence that followed bore witness to the abrupt end of Volgan, a mere pawn in a game played by forces that transcended our understanding.

I couldn't help but question the implications of Euclid's words. A devil god, an entity with the potential to rival even demonic creations—what role did it play in the unfolding events? The fragments of information scattered throughout our encounters now formed a mosaic of intrigue, painting a picture of a conflict that transcended the boundaries between mortal and supernatural.

As the dust settled, Euclid Lucifage turned his attention toward us, his silver-white hair gleaming with an otherworldly radiance. "You," he addressed our group, his gaze penetrating.

Euclid:You have become entangled in affairs that exceed your comprehension.

His words hinted at the vastness of the mysteries we had unwittingly stumbled upon.

Euclid:What do you seek in the midst of this chaos?

Euclid inquired, his voice cutting through the tension. The subway tunnels, witness to the demise of Volgan, now became the stage for a dialogue that would shape the trajectory of our involvement in this supernatural conflict.

As the leader of this enigmatic operation, Euclid Lucifage demanded answers. The weight of his presence, coupled with the remnants of Volgan dissolving into ashes, set the tone for a conversation that held the promise of revelations and challenges yet to unfold. The mysteries deepened, and the subway tunnels, once a mere backdrop, now resonated with the echoes of a confrontation that transcended mortal understanding.

The oppressive aura of Euclid Lucifage rendered us motionless, a suffocating force that pressed against our very beings. The question hung in the air, echoing through the subway tunnels – what was the purpose of Euclid's unexpected presence in this enigmatic narrative of supernatural conflicts?

His gaze shifted towards me, a glint of intrigue in his silver-white eyes.

Euclid:sense an innate divine power in you.

The words resonated, addressing an aspect of my being that went beyond the ordinary. He seemed to be referring to my unique cultivation physique, a quality that set me apart in this intricate web of mysteries.

The revelation stirred a complex amalgamation of emotions within me. As Euclid's attention honed in on my special cultivation attribute, I grappled with the decision to reveal the intricacies of my existence. The subway tunnels bore witness to a silent standoff, each moment pregnant with the weight of unspoken truths.

My response lingered, a deliberate silence that stretched between us. What could I say to a being whose power could snuff out our lives effortlessly? The nascent soul realm lingered as an unspoken refuge – a realm where the dynamics of power might have shifted, offering a different scenario.

In the midst of this tense silence, uncertainty loomed. Euclid Lucifage's gaze bore into me, awaiting an answer that could justify our presence in a narrative governed by devils, gods, and the unknown. The subway tunnels, once a mundane backdrop, transformed into a stage for a clandestine negotiation between mortal fragility and the unfathomable force that was Euclid Lucifage.

The metallic resonance of my Avenger's Edge echoed through the subway tunnels as I raised the sword, a symbolic gesture of defiance against the oppressive force embodied by Euclid Lucifage. His smirk, a condescending acknowledgment of my feeble attempt, only intensified the boiling determination within me.

Euclid:You're pathetic

he scoffed, his words cutting through the charged air. Vali's voice joined the chorus of dissent, denouncing him as a monster. Lint and Nero echoed similar sentiments, their collective defiance echoing within the confines of the subway tunnels.

With a mere wave of his hand, Euclid unleashed a devastating force that sent my companions hurtling through the air. The echoes of impact reverberated, marking the abrupt and forceful dismissal of our collective resistance. Vali, Lint, and Nero lay wounded, their defiance met with an overwhelming demonstration of Euclid's superior power.

As the dust settled and the wounded struggled to rise, a palpable silence filled the subway tunnels. The aftermath of our futile stand against Euclid Lucifage painted a stark picture of our vulnerability in the face of an incomprehensible force. The dialogue had shifted from verbal exchanges to a visceral demonstration of power – a demonstration that left us battered and reeling.

Euclid's silver-white hair seemed untouched by the chaos, a stark contrast to the scene of our defeat. The subway tunnels, once the backdrop for a clandestine negotiation, now bore witness to the aftermath of a confrontation that had pushed us to the brink. The unspoken reality hung heavy in the air, acknowledging the vast chasm that separated mortal aspirations from the enigmatic force that was Euclid Lucifage.

The subway tunnels transformed into a battleground as my Avenger's Aura surged, a crimson maelstrom swirling around me. Wind Steps enhanced my movements, granting me a speed that defied mortal limitations. With a resolute determination, I lunged at Euclid Lucifage, my Avenger's Edge gleaming in the eerie ambient light of the underground.

His response was a disdainful glance, a dismissal of my efforts akin to regarding an insignificant insect. The clash that followed unfolded with a rapid succession of strikes and counters, the metallic clang of sword meeting sword reverberating through the confined space.

Euclid moved with an otherworldly grace, effortlessly evading my onslaught. Each swing of my Avenger's Edge was met with calculated precision, a testament to his supernatural prowess. The air crackled with tension as the battle unfolded, a dance of blades amid the dimly lit subway tunnels.

My Avenger's Aura flared with intensity, the crimson glow weaving through the darkness as I pressed the attack. Wind Steps allowed me to dart around with fleeting speed, attempting to breach the defenses of the enigmatic foe before me. Euclid, however, remained an elusive target, his movements a symphony of supernatural grace.

The battle became a test of endurance, a clash between mortal tenacity and a force that transcended the boundaries of comprehension. As the seconds stretched into minutes, the realization dawned that this confrontation was more than a mere physical contest—it delved into the realms of power that exceeded the mortal coil.

In the midst of the intense exchange, the subway tunnels bore witness to a clash that echoed with the struggle of one determined soul against an enigmatic force. The narrative of our existence, entwined with the supernatural, unfolded in the pulsating rhythm of blades meeting in a dance that defied mortal understanding.

The frenetic dance between my Avenger's Edge and Euclid Lucifage's otherworldly prowess reached a crescendo when I unleashed Tempest Slicer. A blade infused with the essence of my cultivation system, it streaked toward him with a swiftness that seemed almost unstoppable.

However, the response was as unexpected as it was devastating. Euclid, with an air of casual indifference, intercepted the tempest of slicing energy with a single finger. The clash sent a jolt through my sword arm, reverberating through my very being.

In a fraction of a heartbeat, Euclid closed the gap with an ethereal swiftness that defied comprehension. A palm, glowing with an ominous energy, landed squarely on my chest. The impact was cataclysmic, a force that shattered the delicate balance of my internal workings. A visceral wave of agony rippled through me as my insides crumpled under the supernatural assault.

Blood erupted from every orifice, an involuntary release of vitality that painted the subway tunnels in stark contrast. The dim light flickered eerily, casting shadows on the macabre scene unfolding. The battle, once a clash of mortal determination against supernatural might, now stood at a precipice—my mortal frame teetering on the edge of oblivion.

As the echoes of the devastating strike resonated through the subway tunnels, the very fabric of our confrontation seemed to fray. The air was thick with the scent of blood and the palpable realization that the clash had taken a turn towards a realm where mortal resilience faced the cruel reality of an enigmatic force beyond comprehension.

Despite the grievous wounds and the torrent of blood, I clung to a thread of consciousness. Euclid Lucifage's words cut through the haze of pain, and his intrigue lingered in the air like a chilling echo.

Euclid:You're still alive. I thought you would have been killed

he remarked, his voice carrying an air of genuine surprise. The subway tunnels, witness to the ebb and flow of supernatural clashes, became the stage for a confrontation that defied conventional expectations.

The enigma of my survival hung in the air, a testament to an indomitable spirit or perhaps an aspect of my cultivation system that defied the norms of mortality. The encounter had transcended the boundaries of a mere physical battle—it delved into the intricacies of existence itself.

As I struggled to maintain consciousness amidst the shroud of pain, the subway tunnels became a liminal space where mortality and the supernatural intersected. Euclid's intrigue lingered, an unspoken acknowledgment that, in this enigmatic dance of power, the narrative had taken an unforeseen twist. The battle, with its twists and turns, remained suspended in a moment where the unexpected prevailed, leaving questions and uncertainties to unfurl in the blood-stained ambiance.

In the throes of anger and fueled by an indomitable will, I gathered the remnants of my strength and lunged at Euclid Lucifage once more. The subway tunnels, witness to the unfolding supernatural clash, became the crucible for a resurgence of determination, a final stand against the enigmatic force that had pushed me to the brink.

Inferno Lotus Fist—the name echoed with a resonance that transcended the mortal realm. Flames erupted from my fists, an embodiment of the fiery resolve within. The crimson blaze danced with an ethereal energy, casting a warm glow that contrasted with the chilling ambiance of the underground.

The clash unfolded with an intensity that mirrored the tempest within my soul. Euclid, seemingly unperturbed by my previous onslaught, met my advance with an eerie composure. The Inferno Lotus Fist, a manifestation of my enhanced cultivation skills, sought to bridge the gap between mortal tenacity and the supernatural might that stood before me.

The dance of flames and shadows painted a vivid tableau in the dimly lit tunnels. Each strike, infused with the remnants of my avenger's aura, carried the weight of a soul unwilling to succumb to the enigmatic force that sought to dominate. The very essence of my being surged with the flames, a testament to an indignant spirit that refused to be extinguished.

Euclid, for the first time, displayed a flicker of interest in the unfolding spectacle. The clash had transcended the predictable script of a supernatural confrontation, delving into the realms of defiance and resurgence. The Inferno Lotus Fist, a beacon of unwavering determination, sought to etch its mark on the enigmatic canvas of the subway tunnels.

As the battle raged on, a palpable tension lingered—a convergence of mortal rage and supernatural intrigue, a convergence that painted the subway tunnels with the vibrant hues of a struggle that surpassed the boundaries of mere physical combat. The narrative, suspended in the balance between mortal fury and the unknown, unfurled in the echoes of each fiery strike.

As the flames of my Inferno Lotus Fist danced in the air, Euclid Lucifage, seemingly intrigued, voiced his curiosity about the spiritual energy emanating from the supernatural spectacle.

Euclid:What spiritual energy is this?

he pondered, genuine interest coloring his tone. The subway tunnels, witness to clashes that defied mortal comprehension, now became the stage for an inquiry into the nature of the power surging through the fiery strikes.

Euclid:It doesn't resemble that of Buddhas or yokais

he continued, the distinction in his observations hinting at a unique and unfamiliar source of spiritual prowess. The enigma of my cultivation system and the infusion of avenger's aura seemed to defy categorization within the known paradigms of spiritual energies.

The unfolding confrontation had ventured into uncharted territories, where the nature of the spiritual energy at play elicited genuine curiosity from a being accustomed to the diverse spectra of supernatural forces. The flames of the Inferno Lotus Fist, a manifestation of my avenger's aura and enhanced cultivation skills, carried with them a resonance that transcended conventional expectations.

In this moment of inquiry, the subway tunnels became a backdrop for the intersection of mortal determination and an enigmatic force that stood apart from the established archetypes of spiritual energy. The narrative, in the midst of fiery strikes and ethereal flames, wove a tale that begged the question: What unique essence fueled the Inferno Lotus Fist, and how did it align with or defy the spiritual norms known to beings within the supernatural realm? The answer lingered in the air, an elusive truth waiting to be unraveled in the heart of the ongoing clash.