Drip. Drip. Drip.
The leaking pipe echoed louder than thunder in the silence.The flickering bulb buzzed like a dying insect.Each step—barefoot, hesitant—smacked against the cold concrete like a desperate heartbeat.
A boy. No older than eight. Skin thin, bones sharper than courage.He reached toward the rusted door, fingers trembling. A number burned into the metal: 013.
"Don't go in there…"
A whisper. Not from behind, not from inside. From within.
His hand still moved.
Click.
The door creaked open.
Inside—machines. Vats. Shadows behind frosted glass. Screams caught in wiring.A taller man turned, lab coat soaked in red. Eyes vacant. Syringe in hand.
"Ah… you're awake early."
The boy flinched, but it was too late. Restraints clamped. Gas hissed.Everything twisted—
[BACK TO REALITY – COUNCIL CHAMBER]
CRACK—
A flash of white.
Drayvok's transformation suddenly halts.His arms are mid-shift, bones snapping into something unholy, wires crawling up his spine—Until a closed claw-smash SLAMS into his face mid-morph.
The camera jerks out of the memory realm like a scratched DVD.
BOOOOM—
Drayvok's half-morphed body spirals into a pillar and crumples.Smoke explodes outward from the impact.
Raven floats down slowly, cracking his neck.
He sighs—long, dramatic, like an actor sick of the script.
"Really, author? Really? Four phases, a goddamn traumatic flashback, and he's still alive?"
He gestures vaguely to the ceiling.
"Where's my trauma dump, huh? Where's my violin montage? Oh, wait—nobody cares 'cause I'm not the 'tragic side-side villain with a nanobot fetish.'"
Drayvok groans from the rubble, still twitching.
"Stay down, man. You had a great run. Cool sniper. Mid mecha. Emotional backstory. Let it end."
A beat.
"…No? You're still twitching? Guess we gotta reset the plot."
CRACK—Raven's foot comes down again.This time on Drayvok's remaining shoulder, snapping it into the floor like a broken toy.
Phantom watches from a distance, warbow on his back, deadpan.
Glitch: "Dude's not even fighting anymore. This is just bullying."
Raven doesn't even flinch.
"Nah. This is therapy. For the readers."
The rubble twitches.
Smoke curls.
And from within the crater… he stands again.
Drayvok—barely more than a frame now.Most of the human is gone. Just metal, veins, core-light.
But he moves.
His jaw clicks. His spine realigns. His arms unfold like blades.His eyes—no longer red.Void black.
"I was made to be unkillable."
The ground beneath him shatters. Energy flares—not from any tech now, but raw will and rage.His final form is silent. Compact. Apocalyptic.
Raven sighs. Again.
"Of course. One more. Can't let the corpse be cold, right?"
He steps forward once.
And then—without a word—switches off.
His form flickers.The glowing circuit-armor dims.The energy that had enhanced him?Gone.
Phantom vanishes.The clone disperses into fragments of light, the ring pulsing once on Raven's actual hand.
Glitch: "Yo, what are you—?"
Raven (low): "It's done. No need for tricks now."
He steps up to Drayvok, eye to eye.
No systems.No armor buff.No illusions.
Just Raven.
The villain launches first—a black spiral punch meant to atomize anything in its path.
Raven moves after.
Just one step.
One fist.
A simple motion.
FWOOM—
The impact is instant.
Like time folds inward.
Drayvok's entire body disintegrates from the center outward—imploding into shrapnel, light, and dust.No scream.No final words.Just—erased.
Chunks of his enhanced armor hit the floor seconds later.Useless. Empty.
Silence.
Raven exhales.
"That was for wasting my page count."
He adjusts his collar, turns away as if he'd just squashed a bug.Not even looking back.
Glitch (quiet): "...Damn."
Ash settles.Quiet returns.
But then—
click.
A twitch.A single spark.
Drayvok's severed eyepiece… glows.
It blinks once.Then locks on.
Something pulses beneath the rubble.
A heartbeat—but wrong. Wet. Mechanical. Monstrous.From the charred remains, a mass of tendrils and bone start pulling themselves together.No more humanoid.No more design.Just raw evolution—a crawling chaos engine of hunger and hate.
The final form.
A fusion of rage, tech, and nightmare instinct. A Kaiju-sized abomination, too big for the room, bones cracking as it expands, reality itself warping around its limbs.
It lets out a sound.
Not a roar.
A scream.
"𝙆̵̨̫̜̤͙̬̯̺̻̳̙̔̈́͜N̸̲̮̹͇̳͉̗͖̞̗͍̄̿̋̓̌̈́̏̒̀̊O̶̜͎̲̰̐̐̓̈́̓̎̔̍̓̅̚͝͝W̶̩̅̇͊̒̓͗͐͌͂̄̚͠͝ͅ ̴̯̓̿̐̌͑̔̑̓̕͘͝͝M̴̢̛͔̖̞̗͖̯͉̼̞̟̋͌̓͒̚ͅE̷̡̟̯̰̞͈͈͕͈̮͙̱̤͚͐̌̈́̽͆̀͜͝!̷̜̖͉͍̼̺̲̅̔̋̀̓̀̈́̿͐̓͗̾̒"*
Raven doesn't move. Doesn't blink. Just…lowers his gaze.
Slowly… deliberately…
He lifts his right arm.
A cold hiss.
**His claw—**that elegant, weaponized armor—clicks open and detaches, falling to the ground with a heavy clang.
Underneath—a bare arm, with a ring on his ring finger.
He raises it high.
And his voice… changes.
No longer sarcastic. No longer human.
Just deep. Divine.
"KNEEL."
CRACK—
The air collapses.
Gravity spikes like a mountain falling sideways.
The abomination doesn't fall—it's crushed.
SLAM—
It's slammed into the adamantium floor so hard the entire chamber dents downward.
Bones shatter. Circuits burst.
It can't even scream.
Its limbs thrash, trying to rise, but—NOPE.
The pressure increases.
The weight of Raven's will, channeled through his true right arm, is god-force.
Like he's channeling the law of gravity itself.
"You climbed too high, Drayvok. Forgot what's above you."
He steps forward once.
And the villain, King of all his failed evolutions, is still stuck to the floor—crushed like a roach under the heel of reality itself.
Smoke coils.
Broken steel groans.
The ground still hums from the gravity burst.
And in the center—a crater.
A crater holding the wrecked remains of a once-unbreakable villain.
The abomination lies defeated.
Its limbs twitch. Its eyes dim.
Yet deep within, something glows.
A core.
Not mechanical.
Not magical.
Soul-based.
The last fragment of the being that was once Drayvok.
And then—footsteps.
Slow. Calm. Heavy.
Raven walks forward, the pressure around him fading like a storm receding into the horizon.
His armor still buzzes with faint residual light.
His expression? Emotionless. Measured. Almost… melancholic.
He kneels.
Reaches in.
Grabs the core—a glowing, pulsing orb, half-alive, half-memory.
The monster tries to speak.
But Raven doesn't let him.
He rises, standing tall, core in hand.
And then—he speaks.
His voice is quiet.
Clear.
Unshakable.
"No matter what kind of life you've lived…"
"What kind of reason you held…"
"What kind of hell you crawled through to stand here…"
"In the end… you still have to walk your path."
"Not the one they forced on you."
"Not the one someone else carved for you."
"The one you choose—with your will, your truth."
"That—"
"Is the first, and only, principle of justice."
He tightens his grip.
"And you? You chose wrong."
CRACK—
With a slow, final squeeze, Raven crushes the core.
No sound.
Just—dissolution.
The light fades.
The monstrous body disintegrates into dust and wire and silence.
And with it—Drayvok's soul vanishes.
Not with rage.
Not with fear.
Just… gone.
No legacy.
No monument.
No echo.
Raven exhales, eyes dimming to their usual tone.
He lets the fragments fall from his palm, steps through the fading light.
"Drayvok, no matter how much you have troubled me, I sincerely hope that you would have a great life next time. And for the end of the suffering of people like you, I am gonna walk this path."
Behind him, the battlefield remains.
In front—his path.