Divine Mask: I Have Numerous God Clones

Darius stood firm, eyes gleaming with unwavering resolve as he faced the two formidable opponents before him—Velkar Malachor, the fearsome leader of the Malachor Clan, and Elder Feris of Necrovauld Academy. The odds were against him, but Darius was no stranger to impossible battles.

His hammer, gripped tightly in his hand, pulsed with molten energy, its glow intensified by Ember Infusion. His armor shimmered with the same fiery heat, the red-hot glow making him look like a walking inferno, every step he took scorching the ground beneath him.

Across the battlefield, Velkar and Feris exchanged knowing looks, their eyes gleaming with malice. They stood side by side, their confidence palpable. Velkar's lips curled into a cold smirk. "You've had a good run, Darius. But this is where it ends."

Feris chuckled darkly, his eyes never leaving Darius. "You're outnumbered and outmatched. Surrender now, and we might make it quick."

Darius narrowed his eyes, his grip on the hammer tightening. "You underestimate me," he said, his voice steady, carrying the weight of determination. "But you'll regret it."

But Velkar and Feris didn't engage directly. Instead, they took a step back, their smirks widening. "Let's see how you handle this," Velkar muttered, raising his hand.

In an instant, four towering Nether Puppets materialized in front of Darius, each crackling with dark energy. Their forms were massive and imposing, their power amplified by Nether Grip Command, making them stronger, faster, and more resilient than ever.

Darius's eyes flicked to the puppets as they began to move. He could feel the weight of their strength bearing down on him.

Without hesitation, the puppets lunged forward, their ethereal chains activating Soulchain Bind, rushing to ensnare him. Their claws glowed with deadly intent as they prepared to tear him apart using Puppet Rend.

But Darius was ready. His eyes flashed with fiery determination. "Not so fast," he growled, slamming his hammer into the ground with a forceful thud.

From the earth beneath him, molten-red chains erupted, wrapping around the Nether Puppets in an instant.

Molten Shackles bound them tightly, the heat from the chains scorching their nether-infused bodies. The puppets struggled against the fiery binds, but no matter how much they thrashed, they couldn't break free.

Feris's grin faltered, his eyes narrowing. "He's tougher than we thought."

Velkar, however, maintained his cold smile. "Let's see how long that lasts."

Darius seized the moment. With the puppets immobilized, he infused his hammer with Forgemaster's Strike, molten flames swirling around the weapon, amplifying its destructive power. With a mighty swing, he sent a wave of burning force surging toward Velkar and Feris.

The ground trembled from the impact as the fiery blast hurtled toward them, but instead of retreating, both Velkar and Feris merely smirked. "You're going to have to do better than that," Velkar taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance.

In unison, they activated Nether Grip Command on themselves. Their bodies glowed with a dark, sinister energy, their strength and resilience increasing exponentially.

They didn't even flinch as Darius's attack neared. Instead, they raised their hands, and with a chilling, synchronized motion, they unleashed Puppet Rend, forming deadly, razor-sharp nether claws.

"Let's finish this," Feris snarled as he and Velkar launched themselves straight at Darius, their nether claws aimed to rip through his defenses.

Darius braced himself, raising his hammer to meet their combined assault. The force of their collision sent sparks and molten energy flying in all directions, the ground beneath them quaking from the sheer impact.

The clash of their powers created a storm of flames and darkness, each strike reverberating through the battlefield.

Despite his immense strength, Darius felt the pressure mounting. "They're… stronger than I thought," he muttered through gritted teeth.

Every blow he landed seemed to do little to stop them. Velkar and Feris moved with terrifying speed, their nether-infused bodies allowing them to shrug off most of his attacks. It was like fighting an unbreakable wall.

Velkar's laughter echoed through the air. "What's the matter, Darius? Starting to feel the heat?"

"You're outclassed," Feris added, his voice laced with mockery. "It's over."

Darius's jaw clenched, the weight of the battle bearing down on him. He could feel the pressure mounting, the relentless assaults from Velkar, Feris, and their puppets pushing him to the brink.
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He knew he had to act fast, or risk being overwhelmed. His mind raced, searching for a way to turn the tide, to end this once and for all.

Suddenly, clarity hit him like a hammer to steel.

His teeth ground together as he made his decision. "Enough of this!" he roared, his voice echoing across the battlefield. Every muscle in his body tensed as he raised his hammer high above his head. His eyes burned with molten fury, determination etched into every line of his face.

Velkar's smirk faltered. "What's he—?"

Feris narrowed his eyes. "Something big…"

Ignoring their words, Darius channeled all his strength, his will, into one final move. The skies above began to darken, the temperature rising as the air itself seemed to tremble in anticipation.

For a moment, time itself seemed to pause, the tension so thick it was almost suffocating. Then, with a deafening roar, a massive molten anvil appeared high in the sky, its surface glowing red-hot with searing heat.

"Is that…?" Velkar's voice wavered for the first time.

Feris's eyes widened. "Damn it, that's his ultimate move!"

The ground beneath them rumbled violently as the molten anvil plummeted toward the battlefield, its weight and heat enough to crush anything in its path. Darius's grip tightened on his hammer as he watched it fall, knowing this was the move that could end it all.

But Velkar and Feris weren't about to be taken down so easily.

"Not today!" Velkar snarled, his voice filled with determination. With a sharp command, he and Feris activated Puppet Frenzy. In an instant, their four Nether Puppets went berserk, their movements becoming chaotic and wild, eyes glowing with unbridled fury.

"Break free!" Feris shouted, his voice laced with desperation as he pointed toward the sky.

The puppets, fueled by their frenzy, shattered the Molten Shackles that had once bound them, their powerful limbs thrashing as they broke free with ease.

Their erratic movements made them even more dangerous, their nether-infused claws slashing wildly at the air as they rushed toward Darius with terrifying speed.

Velkar's eyes glinted with malice as he moved in tandem with his puppets. "Let's see how you handle this!" He charged forward, his nether claws extending like dark blades, cutting through the air with deadly precision.

Feris followed suit, his own claws shimmering with nether energy as he lunged at Darius. "You think that anvil will stop us? You'll have to do better than that!"

Darius's gaze flicked between the massive molten anvil crashing down from above and the chaotic storm of attacks coming from all sides. His heart pounded in his chest, but his expression remained steely. He had committed to this attack, and there was no turning back now.

The battlefield became a maelstrom of chaos. The searing heat from the anvil above threatened to consume everything, while Velkar, Feris, and their frenzied puppets closed in from every angle, their nether claws gleaming with deadly intent.

"Here it comes!" Velkar shouted, his voice filled with a twisted mix of fear and excitement.

The ground buckled under the weight of the impending clash, the tension reaching its peak. In that moment, it was impossible to tell who would come out on top—the overwhelming force of Darius's Anvil of Destruction, or the wild, frenzied power of Velkar, Feris, and their Nether Puppets.