The neon glow of Tokyo's skyline flickered as emergency sirens wailed across the ruined district. Fires still smoldered in overturned cars and collapsed buildings, painting the night in hues of red and orange. In the heart of this chaos stood the five champions of the Nightguard corps—Lucien, Rylen, Ayumu, Kagetsu, and the mysterious Captain of the Second Division—facing down a Level 2 abomination so powerful it rivaled the Captain of the First Division. Karu.
The Level 2 Behemoth
The creature's massive paws gouged the asphalt, sending cracks spidering outward. Its hound‑like form, now evolved into a second, even more terrifying stage, loomed over them at least fifteen to twenty feet tall. Flaming embers danced around its maw each time it inhaled, and its hide rippled with molten energy beneath barbed scales.
Lucien's Perspective: Lucien's heart pounded in his ears, but his voice was calm as he whispered a telekinetic command. A volley of shattered concrete and twisted steel rebounded toward the beast. It caught the debris on its chest like water off an oil slick, then snarled—fire bursting from its throat in a geyser of flame.
Rylen sprang forward, blades humming with each heartbeat. He dodged a fiery jet, sliding behind a smoking car to flank the abomination. Each of his razor‑sharp strikes shaved chunks of armor from its flank, but the monster barely felt any of it.
Ayumu's Perspective: Ayumu's green eyes narrowed as she dropped her center of gravity to manipulate a gravity well beneath the monster ´ s hind legs. The entire block trembled as the monster stumbled backwards, claws punching the earth in a vain attempt to stay upright. But before Ayumu could exploit the opening, it roared and unleashed a grotesque firestorm, forcing her to shelter inside a localized distortion field that her powers warped around her.
Kagetsu's Perspective :From above, Kagetsu moved like a shinobu—silent, lethal. His Phantom Lotus Mk suit flickered as he activated Silent Flow, vanishing from the hound-like monster its sight. One moment he was on a rooftop, the next he reappeared behind the beast's neck, twin daggers poised. His Neural Aim Assist locked onto a vulnerable joint, and a flurry of six pinpoint strikes targeted the monster's neck. The creature screamed in pain, its head whipping around in a volcanic tantrum.
Second Division Captain's Perspective: She watched the flank of the battlefield with elegant composure, her beautifull sword held at the ready. Her blade, a sleek curve of enchanted steel, glowed azure. She didn't charge in recklessly like the others—instead, she waited for the precise moment when the beast's weight shifted. When it lunged at Lucien, she stepped forward, her sword unfurling in a graceful arc that severed a batch of scorched scales and left a gleaming wound.
Despite their combined efforts, the beast's armor reknit itself almost immeadiatly, molten threads weaving the barbs back together. It was adapting, learning—unbeatable through mere force alone. They needed more then that.
Jason & Emiluna vs. the Level 4 Hordes
While the main five wrestled the Level 2 monster, Jason and Emiluna led a separate squad against ten ravenous Level 4 monsters that poured out of a alleyway. These beasts were smaller—but faster and weaker but more coordinated.
Jason's Perspective: Jason charged in with rage, fists glowing with kinetic energy. His first blow launched one monster into a building wall, its head snapping back in a final convulsion. He cartwheeled to avoid a twin‑bladed creature's slash, then gave another monster an uppercut that sent the monster 100 feet into the sky of tokyo.
Kill 1: A spiny reptilian fiend cornered a civilian that didn´t evacuate. Jason dove, scooped the monster up telekinetically, spun mid‑air, and slammed it into the ground.
Kill 2: Another Level 4 sprinted from behind to catch Jason offguard; Jason pivoted to his right, caught its momentum, and elbowed it so hard the creature's skull broke.
Kill 3: Three beasts attacked at once. He dropped into a low crouch position, unleashed a spiraling punch into the ground and sent the 3 monsters flying. He followed up with a kinetic combination of punches that killed the 3 monsters.
Each victory left him bruised but invigorated.
Emiluna's Perspective: Emiluna darted among the chaos, her pink braid whipping around her elegantly. With each twist and turn, she pressed glowing seals into the ground, summoning arcs of healing light. She rushed to Jason's side when a poisoned spike grazed his stomach, pressing a finger to the wound and healing it. The blade's toxin sizzled under her touch, then dissipated. "Keep going Jason," she whispered, voice steady. "We've got this in the bag."
Behind them, other Division Two members arrived to mop up the last of the Level 4 monsters. The final monster collapsed, and Jason let out a triumphant roar—only to freeze as his comm crackled.
"Division Five, the Level 2 is evolving again—brace yourselves for a heavy impact!"
The Second Evolution
Back at the central plaza in shinjuku, the Level 2 behemoth shuddered violently. Its body bulged even more, scales melting into molten ridges. Suddenly, wings of black fire sprouted from its shoulders—three-quarters of its height—completely destroying the pavement below his feet. Its flaming breath cooled into jagged shards of obsidian that rained like volcanic hail.
Transformation Details:
Size Increase: From ~15 to ~40/50 feet tall.
Spiked Wings: Black‑fire membranes laced with molten veins.
Obsidian Shards: A secondary fire breath that launched razor‑sharp hot glass.
Adaptive Regrowth: Any damage inflicted in stage two regenerated in mere seconds.
The Captain of the Second Division cursed under her breath. "We can´t stop this thing!"
IV. Desperation and Final Attacks
Each member of the team felt exhaustion in their muscles, but there was no time to rest.
Kagetsu's Final move: He whispered a silent code—gauging the beast's pattern. When it reared its obsidian wings, he activated Aether Dash three times in rapid succession: behind its head, beneath a wing joint, and in the monster its left leg, delivering three critical strikes in an instant.
Rylen's Razor Edges: Rylen braced his gauntlets, then plunged both blades into the creature's lungs. He activated a shock protocol that electrified his blades by a hundredfold, sending a pulse through the monster's lungs. The beast staggered, embers falling from its wounds.
Ayumu's Gravity Crus : She summoned a gravity wellbeneath the monster's front legs, compressing them under impossible weight. The ground buckled and crumbled, forcing the beast onto its belly for a couple of seconds—its roaring throttled by sheer pressure.
Second Division Captain's Elegance: She spun in a cyclone of steel, her long and gorgeous sword bending impossibly as she wove through the air. With each graceful pass, she carved glowing runes into the air—marks of sealing magic that sapped the beast's regenerative abilities.
Lucien's Unrelenting Barrage: Unlike the others, Lucien had no singular "finisher move." He poured every ounce of rage into continuous strikes— fists, feet, telekinetic pushes and pulls—combining his divine Purgeflame aura with his raw physical force. He battered the beast's flank with a sustained blast of telekinetic energy that rocked its core.
Together, they unleashed a synchronization finisher attack:
Kagetsu's six‑strike shadow phantom
Rylen's electrified twin blades
Ayumu's gravitational collapse
Captain's sealing slashes
Lucien's physical flame tempest
For a moment, the beast's form warped—its second evolution faltered under their combined attack.
The True Apocalypse
But then, the creature's eyes flared with cosmic type wrath. A shockwave of immense dark energy radiated outward, unsettling the ground for blocks around. The beast's form rippled one final time—and a hidden third stage was born like a black star.
Titanic Scale: Now over 100 feet tall.
Volcanic Core: Its chest glowed molten red, pulsing like a beating furnace.
Aerial Mastery: Massive wings of obsidian flame, capable of generating tornadoes of ash and fire.
Meteor Breath: Not just fire—fragments of molten rock hurled at supersonic speed out of his mouth.
It transformed into a Hound-Dragon type monster.
With a deafening roar, the monster raised its head and exhaled a meteor‑like barrage at the entire city block. Each flaming orb slammed into buildings and shops, reducing them to molten slag in seconds. Tens of Nightguard members fell under the blast and got heavily injured.
"KAGETSU—REGROUP!" Rylen's voice boomed through the comm system, but even he sounded breathless.
As they struggled to regain their bearings, an unholy cavalry emerged from the smoke and ruin that the monster created:
15 new Level 4 monsters, scarred by ash and emboldened by the chaos.
20 fresh Level 5 horrors, their eyes glowing with predatory hunger.
This second wave swept in like an avalanche. The survivors froze—Lucien, Rylen, Ayumu, Kagetsu, Jason, Emiluna, and the Second Division Captain—each realizing that tonight, they faced not just one doomsday beast, but an army of killers that are here to kill them.
Jason's scream:"You've got to be fucking kidding me right now!!!… twenty‑five more of those fukcers?!!"
Emiluna's Whisper:"We can't fight anymore… we're exhausted."
Kagetsu's Resolve:"I've fought shadows harder than these monsters"
Ayumu's Gaze:"Stand firm. They're just lesser demons."
Second Division Captain:"Regroup around Lucien. His Purgeflame is our best chance to come out victorious."
Lucien's Thoughts: All right. I already faced the impossible. Now we face the insane. But I won't let them get the win tonight.
As they braced for the onslaught that was about to happen, a hush fell over the entire battlefield. From the swirling ash and ember, a lone figure emerged—tall, cloaked, and utterly silent in his approach. His entry halted even the monsters, they felt an insane aura and it was as if their malevolence bowed to something greater.
Nobody moved an inch. The horde ceased its advance. Even the Level 2 behemoth retracted its wings for a second, sensing a new power entering the battlefield.
The figure stepped forward, the torchlight revealing nothing but darkness beneath the hood.
No one spoke a word.