THIRD FORM OF REALITY: ULTIMATE FORM
Fire, Fire, Fire
Everywhere you look, there is fire.
The inferno has taken up residence in every surface, including walls, doors, floors, ceilings, chairs, and even water glasses.
Even though Dante's chair catches fire, he remains seated on it, gazing at the Realist, rather than getting up to escape the flames.
As the flames consume him, the blood that dripped from his body disappears.
In order for the realist to stand up, someone must remove the knives from his body because he is immobile due to the embedded blades through his body in the floor.
But there is no one; he is alone fighting all the superheroes of Japan đź—ľÂ
The Realist body can easily regenerate itself, but the pain is the same as a normal human's or, in some cases, more than a human's.
When Realist tries to move a little, the pain gets so much that he can't even move an inch, but then he sees Dante, and it reminds him of Misa.
For a moment, he did not move.
Then his hands spread against the ground. He drew a breath that scraped his lungs and pushed. Pain surged, sharp and overwhelming, but he refused to stop. Using nothing but his arms, he forced his body upward, inch by inch, dragging himself away from the floor.
The knives did not follow.
They remained lodged where they were—fixed in the floor, unmoving—as he pulled himself free. With a final, shuddering effort, he rose out of their grip and collapsed forward, leaving the forest of blades standing behind him.
All the supers look at each other in fear; they realize they can't kill him. All of them take a step backward.
The Realist's hand is once again at work.
As they flee, they realize there's nowhere to go; the fire is engulfing them from all sides, and the walls and doors are trapped in the raging inferno.
Because they are helpless to flee, the supers have decided to eliminate the Realist as their sole option for survival.
This means that they are all taking aim at the Realist simultaneously.
A realist rises moderately.
So he takes up a sword, but just as the superhero Kuma is about to strike, he trips and falls to the ground, missing the swing.
Realist cuts his foot; he shatters to the floor in a blaze of agony,
Afterwards, Realist puts on his shattered helmet.
"It's over," the realist declares as he stands on his feet.
All of Parliament goes up in smoke as he hurls the swords onto the floor, and any Supers in his vicinity burn to dust.
Parliament in flames, with ashes flying everywhere.
A few supers attempt to breach the walls by kicking them, but they are quickly consumed by the fire as well.
After one of the walls collapses, 300–400 supers flee the Parliament; however, the fire quickly follows, killing hundreds of them instantly but failing to reach the other 300.
They were under the impression that they could escape, but the Anti-Supers surprised them and promptly eliminated all of them.
Once teeming with supers, the entire Parliament is now deserted save for Realist Dahood and Dante.
This fire can't touch Dahood because he is in the air.
To make the fire more intense, the realist presses the swords into the floor even further.
Jumping from his chair, Dante lands on Dahood, who snatches him by the hand, spins to create momentum, and then throws Dante at Realist.
Dante delivered a punch to the Realist's face, which could be seen through his helmet.
After a realist loses his third reality, the flames die out, but the one in the parliament stays lit.
Frustrated from hours of fighting, Realist collapses on the scorching floor and tries to stand up but is too exhausted.
"Don't sweat it; you just messed it up big time," Dante remarked.
A realist is striving to stand up.
"Why did you allow X to escape?" Dante asked.
Dahood lands on the ground.
"Traitor, why did you burn your people?" Dahood uttered.
Despite glancing at him, Dante remained silent.
The Parliament is invaded by anti-super soldiers.
To get ready for battle, Dahood returns to Dante.
Slowly, Dante pushes him.
Without speaking to them, the anti-soldiers began executing the remaining wounded supers.
"What the f*ck is happening?" Dahood asked Dante.
Dante responds, "Don't worry, they are not here for us."
Dahood screams angrily, "What the f*ck is going on here?"
As of yet, Dante has not responded to Dahood.
"Wow, Shawn Schoonwaterdijk is quite the name," Dante remarked.
"Shawn, I'm worried that my brother is confused about what's happening. Can you fill me in?" Dante added.
Henry approaches the Parliament.
By the way, Henry is also here, Dante remarked.
The realist is choking on his own mucus as he tries to express himself.
"I still can't hear you, I can't hear you," Dante remarked.
An oblique salute is extended by Henry to Dante.
I am the Field Marshal of anti-supers, and this is Henry. I believe you guys might know him," Dante explained.
"What the f*ck?" Dahood exclaims in a distressed tone.
Yeah, I'm just a regular guy; I don't even have superpowers. "The reason for the speed is my backbone," Dante stated.
Dahood is in disbelief. I refuse to believe it.
"We can't eliminate all supers due to the liberals and the media who constantly—hold on, supers are also human. So, I devised this plan. It was successful, except for the fact that you allowed X to escape, but we will catch up with him soon," Dante stated.
Dante orders the arrest of Realist.
"Realist, you are being held for questioning. You are entitled to remain silent. Any statements you make will be utilized against you in any legal proceedings," Henry informed Realist.
"Nah, you just can't do that," Dahood remarked.
Quickly, Dahood grabs Realist and begins to fly away.
Do not be foolish, Dante yells at his brother.
"Broooootheeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrr, what the f*ck are you doing?" Dante shouts.
Due to his relationship with Dante, the anti-supers have refrained from attacking him.
Dahood slips away, dragging Realist along for the ride.
Swords tumble from the Realist's hands and hit the floor.