Yuma stands amidst the chaotic ruins of the battlefield, breathing heavily. The once lush island is now a war zone, with debris scattered and smoke rising into the sky. His body aches, but the real pain comes from the overwhelming realization that all of his comrades have been taken down.
Yuma scans the battlefield—what was once a united front is now a scattered mess. His vision blurs slightly as exhaustion starts to weigh on him. In the distance, he spots Boombox lying unconscious under a pile of rubble, his sound equipment shattered. Lumin is being dragged away by enemy soldiers, his puppeteering strings useless against the flames licking at his body. Moon is already bound and loaded onto a transport boat, completely out cold. Finally, Cani, his closest friend, lies motionless in the grasp of several officers, her wrists bound in cuffs, her once-flaming aura dimmed.
Yuma's heart pounds. It's just him now. Only he and Ika, who is barely able to stand, remain conscious.
"Gone…" Yuma's breathing grows ragged as the weight of the situation crashes down on him. His fists clench so tightly his nails dig into his palms, drawing blood.
"They're all gone. All of them… and I'm still here. Alone." His teeth grind together as his vision locks onto the enemies still swarming the battlefield. Dozens of World Government soldiers continue to charge, seemingly endless in their assault.
"No… I won't let them take me too." Yuma's rage boils over. His eyes narrow, and without a second thought, he surges forward, abandoning all thoughts of strategy or self-preservation. His only goal is destruction.
He throws himself into the fight with a vicious intensity, his movements wild but effective. The first soldier he reaches barely has time to react before Yuma slams his fist into the man's face, shattering his helmet and sending him flying backward, blood spraying from his mouth.
"GRAAHH!!" Before the next soldier can raise his weapon, Yuma is already on him, grabbing him by the throat and crushing his windpipe with a sickening crack. His other hand swings upward, sending a shockwave that blasts several more enemies off their feet.
"I don't care anymore. I don't care who I have to kill!!" His attacks grow more savage. He snaps limbs, punches through armor, and tears through anyone in his path with reckless abandon. Every punch is fueled by rage and despair, and the battlefield is quickly painted red.
"I'LL TAKE DOWN THE WORLD GOVERNMENT HERE AND NOW!!" As more soldiers surround him, Yuma spins, releasing an energy shockwave that disintegrates the closest few, sending their remains scattering into the wind.
"Come on… COME ON!" Yuma roars, his voice barely human anymore.
"GRAH!!" But even as his body keeps fighting, his mind begins to unravel. With every brutal kill, the lines blur between justice and senseless violence. His vision blurs with blood, both his own and that of the fallen soldiers around him. Suddenly, he hears a voice. A faint, broken voice.
Ika, barely able to stand, watches in horror as Yuma rampages across the battlefield. This isn't the Yuma he knows. The once noble warrior is gone, replaced by a savage, monstrous force.
"Yuma…" Ika calls weakly, his voice trembling.
"Stop…" Ika's messy hair blows in the wind as rain begins to drizzle from the sky. But Yuma can't hear him. He's too far gone, lost in his own world of anger and destruction.
"DIE!!" Yuma finally comes face-to-face with a large squadron of elite soldiers, all heavily armed and ready for battle. They open fire, but Yuma doesn't even flinch. His body glows with energy as he deflects the bullets with ease.
With a roar of rage, he lunges forward, smashing into the squadron with overwhelming force. His punches are wild, each one hitting with enough power to pulverize bones and armor alike. Blood flies with every impact, staining the ground red as the elite soldiers fall one by one. But no matter how many he kills, more keep coming. The battle doesn't end.
"Why… won't… you… JUST… DIE!?" Yuma screams as he slams his fists into the last remaining soldier, breaking his helmet open with his bare hands.
As the final body falls, Yuma stands alone, panting heavily. His vision flickers as exhaustion finally starts to take hold. He's covered in blood, most of it not his own, and the battlefield is littered with corpses. But even after all of that—he's still not done. In the distance another wave of soldiers ran towards Yuma.
"It never ends… does it…?"
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Ground troops run up the hill.
"Alien King: Yuma is just up top of this hill! Prepare for battle!" The army roars as the crest the hill. Their eyes widen upon seeing piles and mounds of bodies. Rain pouring from the heavens. The sky was dark and near black. Thunder booming. Yuma standing in the middle of the battlefield. Covered in the still wet blood of the soldiers he's killed. His hair soaked for the rain.
"Ready! Aim…!" Kuina suddenly appears.
"Hold your fire" The officers stop in their tracks. Kuina looks up at the motionless Yuma.
"He's… unconscious" Yuma stands with his arms crossed and covered in blood and soaked in rain. He'd fallen unconscious standing.