The red desert was silent for a moment.
Wind howled across the wasteland, carrying dust and the faint metallic scent of blood. The sun blazed in the golden sky, reflecting off the spiky mountains like molten glass.
Rayen and Atank stood face-to-face.
Their eyes locked—two beings forged by pain and fire, one stable, one unstable.
No words. Only hatred.
Then—blink.
Atank disappeared.
In less than a second, he reappeared right in front of Rayen, leg twisting mid-air.
WHAM!
A blinding kick sliced through the air, but Rayen bent his upper body backward, dodging it by a hair. The shockwave of the kick shattered the sand behind him.
Rayen straightened instantly, spinning on one heel. His foot lashed out—KAAH!
But Atank grinned.
"Too slow."
He ducked under it, countering with a rapid flurry of punches.
Rayen blocked one—two—three—then threw his own.
Their fists collided again and again, the sound of impact echoing across the desert.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
Every collision shook the ground, sending ripples through the sand.
Rayen growled, "You fight like your brother… reckless!"
Atank's eyes glowed red. "And you talk too much!"
He twisted his wrist, slipping through Rayen's guard and slamming a fist straight into his gut.
BAM!
Rayen's body flew upward, spinning through the air like a ragdoll.
Atank roared, leaping up after him. In midair, he twisted his body and—
CRACK!
—a brutal kick crashed into Rayen's ribs, sending him plummeting straight down into the sand.
A crater exploded beneath him.
Rayen lay buried halfway in the ground. His breathing grew heavy.
Atank landed beside him, his shadow towering over Rayen's half-buried body.
"Come on, stable boy…" Atank muttered, cracking his knuckles. "Show me your so-called control."
Then he started punching Continuosly .
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Each strike echoed like thunder, sand flying everywhere.
Atank went wild, fists raining down like meteor strikes—each filled with rage and grief.
"You killed him! You killed my brother!"
"Say his name!"
"UMAIR! UMAIR! UMAIR!"
Rayen's vision blurred, pain burning through every nerve. The punches wouldn't stop.
But then—something deep inside him snapped.
From his wounds, shadows began to leak.
At first faint, then heavier, darker—like smoke made of night itself.
It coiled around him, rising like a storm. His hands are emittting something flickered black and violet.
Atank froze for a moment. "What the hell—?"
The sand beneath Rayen began to vibrate. His fists trembled, his body shaking—not from pain, but from fury.
SHAAAA!
Shadow flames erupted from his back. His arms darkened, turning into pure shadow matter—his veins glowing faintly violet.
Rayen's head lifted slowly, eyes glowing.
He caught Atank's next punch—stopped it mid-air.
Atank's eyes widened. "What—!?"
"Enough." Rayen's voice was calm, almost demonic.
He clenched his jaw and threw a counterpunch—one solid hit—
and Atank was sent flying out of the crater, rolling across the red sand, coughing violently.
He spat. "Urgh—damn it—he put sand in my mouth…"
Rayen climbed out of the crater, shadows crawling around his body like living beasts.
His hands shifted shape, elongating into sharp shadow fists—Shadow Jab mode.
"Now… it's my turn."
He dashed forward, faster than a blink.
SHADOW JAB x1000!
A flurry of punches burst from Rayen, each blow faster than the last—
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Each punch slammed into Atank's stomach, his ribs, his chest, his face—
a thousand hits in seconds.
The final punch connected with a thunderous blast, sending Atank crashing backward, sliding through the sand.
For a moment, there was silence again. Both warriors breathing hard, blood dripping from their wounds, power crackling in the air.
Then Atank laughed weakly, coughing out blood. "Heh… impressive. You're not bad, shadow boy."
He slowly raised his hand to the sky. "But this isn't over."
A black portal opened behind him— swirling with red light.
From the darkness, he pulled out a massive sword—its handle carved with serpent scales, its blade shimmering with Solar poison.
"This," Atank said, eyes glowing bright red, "is the Serpent Sword."
He pointed the blade at Rayen. "I'm a man of my word. You killed my brother… now I'll kill you."
Rayen clenched his shadow fists. His eyes burned with anger.
"Your brother killed my best friend, Raj." His voice trembled. "And every unstable like you… deserves to die."
Atank smirked. "Then let's finish what destiny started."
He swung the Serpent Sword downward—
and from its edge, a giant snake made of Solar energy erupted, its scales glimmering red and gold.
The serpent hissed, the sound like thunder, and lunged at Rayen with terrifying speed.
Rayen shouted, "Bring it on!"
He formed a Shadow Dagger in his hand—pure black, glowing faintly at the tip.
The serpent's mouth opened wide, ready to swallow him whole—
But at the last second, Rayen vanished into his shadow.
The snake struck empty ground, sending sand exploding into the sky.
Rayen appeared behind it, slicing upward in one motion—SHING!
The serpent howled, its body splitting apart, disintegrating into golden dust.
Rayen's shadow dagger faded as he leapt forward, charging straight toward Atank.
Both men's eyes locked once again—rage against rage, shadow against sun.
The wind froze. Time seemed to stop.
And then—
BOOM!
They clashed.
A blinding light consumed the entire desert as shadow and Solar power collided.
The ground cracked. The red sand turned to glass. The sky trembled.
The battle between the Shadow Stable and the Summoning unstable has begun who will win?
To be continued