Divine Mask: I Have Numerous God Clones

Vorn stood tall, a sinister grin spreading across his face as he surveyed the battlefield. He had gained the upper hand, and he knew it. His eyes were filled with malice, and his Nether Puppets loomed ominously behind him, their dark forms pulsing with nether energy. With a sharp, commanding motion, Vorn raised his hand.

"Attack!" he commanded, his voice echoing with cold authority, each word carrying an unspoken promise of destruction.

The two Nether Puppets sprang to life, their movements a blur of deadly precision. The berserk power of Puppet Frenzy coursed through them, their limbs thrashing with terrifying speed.

As they charged forward, they activated Puppet Rend, their claws glowing with a sinister light, sharp enough to cut through anything in their path.

"Aric," Vorn called mockingly, his voice dripping with scorn. "Is this really all the strength the mighty Celestial Academy has to offer? How disappointing."

Aric, still struggling from the effects of his Titan's Slam, barely managed to lift his head, his eyes narrowing at Vorn's taunt. His body felt like lead, exhaustion seeping into his bones, and the toll of his ultimate attack had drained most of his energy. But he wasn't done yet.

"Don't… count me out just yet," Aric growled, his voice hoarse but filled with defiance. He struggled to raise his weapon, taking a deep breath, calling forth every last ounce of strength he had left. With a roar, he activated Colossal Strike, his hammer surging with raw power as he swung it with all his might toward the oncoming puppets.

The ground shook violently as his blow landed, the force rippling through the earth, enough to shatter stone. Dust and debris filled the air, obscuring the battlefield for a moment.

But when the dust settled, Vorn's laughter cut through the silence like a blade. The Nether Puppets stood undeterred, their attacks growing fiercer, feeding off the dark energy coursing through them.

"You think that was enough to stop me?" Vorn sneered, his eyes glowing with vicious glee. He moved forward, his voice a harsh whisper, yet echoing across the battlefield. "You should have saved your energy, Aric. You can't win."

The Nether Puppets pressed their attack, their claws tearing through Aric's defenses. Soulchain Bind wrapped around him like a serpent, ethereal chains tightening around his limbs, leaving him helpless.

Aric struggled, his face twisted in pain, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. Despite the chains, he tried to move, to fight back, but his strength was fading. He could feel his body betraying him, his vision blurring.

"You put up a decent fight," Vorn said, his voice mocking as he closed in on his opponent. He raised his nether-forged claws, the dark energy pulsing in rhythm with his heart. "But it ends here."

Vorn's eyes held no mercy as he swung his claws toward Aric, his face twisted into a malicious smile. The Nether Puppets lunged at the same time, their claws slashing through the air in a coordinated, final strike.

Aric's strength gave way, the power of Vorn's attacks, combined with his own exhaustion, was too much. His hammer slipped from his grasp, clattering to the ground as his body crumpled beneath the onslaught.
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With one final, vicious blow, the Nether Puppets landed their strike, and Aric's body collapsed, his eyes closing as darkness enveloped him.

Vorn stood over the fallen elder, his cruel smile deepening. "The mighty Aric of Celestial Academy… dead. What a waste," he whispered, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

On another part of the battlefield, Sylph found herself cornered, her breathing heavy, each step more labored than the last.

Across from her, Mirra stood tall, flanked by her two Nether Puppets, their eyes glowing with malevolent energy. The air between them crackled with tension as Mirra unleashed a full-force assault.

The Nether Puppets moved with terrifying speed, their claws gleaming as they sliced through the air, and chains from Soulchain Bind shot toward Sylph, aiming to ensnare her.

Sylph's heart raced. Her energy was nearly depleted from summoning her ultimate move, Tempest's Wrath, and the weight of exhaustion bore down on her like a heavy cloak.

She raised her hand, calling forth her remaining strength, summoning Whirling Blades to deflect the incoming strikes. The wind-blades spun around her, slashing at the puppets' attacks, but her movements were slowing, her defenses crumbling with each passing second.

"Is that all you've got?" Mirra's voice cut through the air, sharp and mocking. Her eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as she watched Sylph struggle. "You're pathetic. You should have known this battle was mine from the start."

Sylph clenched her jaw, refusing to back down. "I'm not… done yet," she spat, her voice strained but filled with defiance. She could feel the tremors in her limbs, her vision blurring as she struggled to hold her ground.

Mirra laughed, a cold, hollow sound that echoed in the air. "Give up," she snarled, her lips curling into a cruel smile. "You're finished, Sylph. Just accept it."

The words stung, and deep down, Sylph knew Mirra was right. Her strength was fading fast, and Mirra's relentless onslaught left her with no room to recover.

The two Nether Puppets, bolstered by Puppet Frenzy and Nether Grip Command, were unrelenting. Their strikes came faster, harder, and with deadly precision, tearing through her defenses with terrifying ease.

"Don't… underestimate me," Sylph muttered, though even she could hear the desperation in her voice. She raised her hands, trying to summon another burst of wind to hold them off, but her power was slipping through her fingers like sand.

"Too late for that," Mirra sneered, her eyes narrowing as she directed the final blow. The Nether Puppets, now frenzied, lunged forward with vicious speed, their claws shimmering with dark energy.

Sylph could only watch as one of the Nether Puppets broke through her weakening wind barrier, its claws aimed directly at her.

There was no time to react. The attack was swift, a blur of motion, and before Sylph could even draw her next breath, the puppet's claws tore through her, slicing cleanly through her defenses.

Her body stiffened in shock, her eyes widening as she felt the searing pain rip through her. For a moment, the battlefield around her seemed to still. The sounds of battle faded, and all she could hear was the slow, steady rhythm of her own heartbeat.

Mirra watched, her expression cold and satisfied, as Sylph's body crumpled to the ground. The once fierce elder of Celestial Academy lay motionless, her final breath escaping her in silence.

Mirra stepped forward, standing over her fallen opponent. "I told you," she whispered, her voice dripping with cruel triumph. "You were finished from the start."