Chương 48: Episode 45: The Chaotic Race Towards a Chaotic Risk

Bodies flew through the golden-tinted air like ragdolls in a divine blender. Golden lightning split the yellow, shimmering clouds above, crackling down with vengeance. Blood spattered across broken stones and scorched skies. Screams echoed, war cries rang out, and the sounds of slashes, stabs, and roars painted the battlefield in pure carnage. The squad sprinted across the chaotic warzone, grouped tightly, bolting toward the Celestial Pillars like it was the last checkpoint in the universe.

Jaylen, breathing heavy and eyes locked forward, suddenly backflipped mid-stride, morphing into his Dream Dragon form mid-air. His wings erupted outward, flaring with ethereal energy as he shot into the sky like a comet.

"Let's make some noise!" he growled, ascending like a dream-fueled missile. Below, the battlefield was absolute insanity. Celestianites and Lunaranites clashed in massive waves, and it was nearly impossible to tell who was winning. Olsen went full beast mode, plowing through enemy dragons like a runaway bulldozer. His hammer spun wildly in his fists, slamming down with bone-crunching force. else transformed into their beast forms like it was morphin' time.

Mason tore through Lunaranites with his bear claws, literally ripping them limb from limb. Fedjina, now a golden falcon of fury, dive-bombed from above, releasing explosive bursts of golden energy that lit up the sky. Archie (you know, chaos incarnate) launched himself upward with a fiery self-detonation, flipping mid-air and hurling a meteor-sized fireball across the battlefield that obliterated three Lunaranites mid-laugh. Above the madness, Jaylen weaved through the bullets, blasts, and incoming Alien Birds.

His face twisted in frustration as he scanned the endless chaos ahead.

"WE'RE NOT EVEN CLOSE!" he roared, dodging a flaming spear mid-sentence. Flying next to him, William—in sleek Pterodactyl form—grimaced as he peered ahead. The Celestial Pillars were still dots on the horizon, barely visible beyond the ocean of enemies. Jaylen ducked under another Alien Bird, blasted it with a focused Dream Beam, then spiraled in mid-air to keep momentum. He barrel-rolled, flipped, corkscrewed sideways, then hit a horizontal drift to BOOST forward.

"I'm flying like a lunatic and it's still not close enough!" he groaned. Suddenly, a streak of blue lightning zipped below—Prince, moving like a damn thunderbolt.

"YO, DON'T SWEAT IT!" Prince yelled, throwing up a confident thumbs-up mid-run.

"I GOT THIS, DREAM BOY!" Jaylen chuckled, "Show-off," and veered to the side. Down below, Prince was a blur. Moving faster than sound, he flipped, dodged, and drop-kicked anything in his path. Lunaranites didn't even get a chance to react—they were slapped into orbit or sent spinning into their comrades like dominoes on turbo mode. He jumped, spun mid-air, and flash-kicked one Lunaranite straight into the upper atmosphere.

Then, in a move so anime should've6 had a slow-mo zoom-in, he stopped, grinned, and whispered: "Time to crank it up." Lightning danced around his eyes. He dashed forward again—harder, faster. His feet were just thunderclaps now, smacking the earth in sonic pulses. As Lunaranites closed in with spears, he dodged, punched, and drop-spin-kicked like a storm given human form. He conjured an electrical shield, plowing through the crowd like a shockwave on legs, vaporizing everything in his path.

Then he leapt, yeeted the shield like Captain America with ADHD, and fired off electric disks that exploded on contact—blinding flashes of white and blue tearing through the mobs. He snapped his fingers. BOOM. A thunderstorm erupted above. To him, the clouds turned gray, roiling and violent. To everyone else? Still glowing gold. Lightning speared down in rhythmic strikes, vaporizing monster after monster. Thunder shook the earth like a heartbeat of the gods. And still, Prince ran.

Close—so close—to the Celestial Pillars. Meanwhile… Krane backhanded Duke so hard, the poor guy flew like a wrecking ball into a skyscraper. Glass exploded, walls cracked, and Duke bounced through an entire floor before crashing into an office full of glowing computers. Smoke poured from his busted cannon. He groaned, shaking his head, rising to his knees.

"Dang it… stupid robot arm…" Floating through the hole like he was on his villain arc finale, Krane hovered with his arms crossed and a smug grin.

"You really thought you could handle the power of a Zenith?" Duke stood, glaring.

"You're not laying a single finger on them…" Krane just smirked.

"KRANE!!" a voice shouted. Overbrawl stood below, waving his arm. Krane rolled his eyes.

"What now, muscle-brain?" Overbrawl pointed, wide-eyed. Krane turned… and saw it. A blue lightning streak cutting through the entire army. Prince. Krane's smile faded. His gaze followed the path of destruction, right to the Celestial Pillars. And his brain clicked. The pillars were the key. If Prince reached them, it was over. Krane clenched his fists.

"Duke said they'd awaken Dreadixz and Incarceration… if we lose those pillars—" He vanished. Teleportation. Reappeared right next to Overbrawl, energy crackling around his arm.

"Let's kill him already," Krane growled. Overbrawl grinned, his own hand igniting with chaotic fire.

"Bet." The two locked eyes, then slammed their fists together. BOOM. An enormous fireball of chaos and spirit swirled above them—blazing, volatile, unstable. Then… They yanked their arms back, charging the energy until it roared like a dying star. They screamed in sync: "CHAOTIC SPIRITS!!!" And the ground split. The fiery beam launched into the sky like a sunbeam from hell, headed straight for Prince—who didn't even flinch.

The firebeam roared to life, lighting up the entire battlefield like a freaking solar flare gone rogue. Every warrior in their beast form turned to look—but only for a split second—before diving out of the way. The beam slammed into the ground and raced forward, cutting across the field at breakneck speeds. It didn't move—it hunted. Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.

The air distorted with heat, the colors of orange and purple mixing into a wildfire blur that ripped through Lunaranites, vaporizing anything in its way without an ounce of mercy. Screams echoed, bodies dropped, and chaos erupted in its wake. Through the smoke and flashing lights, Angel appeared in mid-air, hurling Lunaranites into different dimensions like it was Tuesday. He snapped his head around, eyes wide.

"PRINCE! BEHIND YOU!!" Prince was already mid-charge, blitzing through Lunaranites with blue lightning crackling around his fists. He heard the warning, turned his head slightly and— "Hm?" His eyes widened. Behind him, the beam. And not just a beam—this thing looked like a supernova on legs, a predator locked on target.

"AW HELL NAH—!!" Prince shouted, his voice nearly drowned by the roaring firestorm. He spun forward and BOOKED IT. His feet hit the ground like thunderclaps. Lightning exploded from his heels as trails of blue sparks lit the battlefield. The terrain got wild—bumps, hills, debris—but Prince didn't stop. He vaulted over boulders, slid under claws, flipped, kicked, punched, twisted—Lunaranites got yeeted like bowling pins.

"Gotta move… or I'm toast!" he thought, sweat flying off his brow as lightning wrapped around his arms and surged into his hands. His legs blurred—gone. His eyes lit up with crackling energy.

"FASTER!!!" he screamed—and he did just that. Now he was a literal bolt, shooting across the battlefield, jumping so high he looked like a blue comet in the night. His dreads whipped like wild flags in the wind. Overbrawl and Krane, trying to control the beam, were sweating bullets.

"GO! GO FASTER!" they yelled, desperation in their eyes. Prince landed hard, kept sprinting, then blinked—he was already near the Room of Zeniths.

"Almost there…" he muttered, glancing back at the death-beam on his tail. He smirked, spun mid-run to face it while running backwards, and shouted, "HEY! WANNA PLAY TAG?! COME CATCH ME, LAMEFLAME!" He whipped around, and the world cut to black. Boom—he entered a void. The domain turned deep navy blue. Metallic floor. No walls. Just endless nothingness. But he kept running. He knew this place. His mind started flashing through memories—his friends, their battles, their laughs, their pain.

Then he blinked again—he was back. Back in Celestia, feet slamming the earth. The tower was right there. His body surged. 100, 000% ELECTRICITY. His eyes glowed like dying stars. His legs? Nonexistent. Just rings of raw speed and crackling energy. He BLASTED up the side of the Room of Zeniths, running vertically now like a glitch in the matrix. The beam followed, now howling like a banshee as it gained speed.

"COME ON!!" Prince roared.

"COME ON!!!" Overbrawl and Krane echoed.

"COME ONNNNNN!!" the whole squad screamed from the ground. Prince gritted his teeth so hard his gums bled. He clenched his fists and started disintegrating physics. He was now a living blur, faster than light, a sonic paradox with feathers. The beam got closer—dangerously close—almost licking his tail feathers. He felt its heat on his back.

"Not today…" he muttered. Then—he did something no one had ever seen him do.

"RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" he screamed, louder than thunder as he blasted into the CLOUDS THEMSELVES. The sky cracked open. He sprinted on the clouds like they were solid ground. The clouds burned behind him. The lightning around him grew more violent, wrapping his entire body until he was a full-on, glowing Lightning Avatar. A literal humanoid bolt. And then… mid-air, in slow motion… He struck a running stance.

With a smirk and a primal roar, he shouted: " SOOOOOOOONIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIC—" " BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!" He detonated. A colossal sonic boom rippled across the planet, launching everyone off their feet. Wind spiraled into a hurricane. Buildings shook. The beam FLIPPED mid-air from the force and kept coming—but Prince? Prince wasn't done. He pushed harder. Ran higher. Screamed louder. Everyone below watched with bated breath as he climbed—no, catapulted—toward the Celestial Pillars at the tower's summit.

He reached the top. Launched himself like a rocket. And just when the beam almost caught his tail—he shot into the sky, breaking atmosphere, becoming a star. Everyone froze. Necks craned. Eyes widened. Hearts pounded. All attention locked on the sky—on him. Prince. His hoodie whipped in the wind, flailing like a banner of rebellion. His lightning-charged shoes sparked and flickered, barely holding together. Dirt-smeared, scraped up, bruised to hell—but still standing. And smiling.

He looked down, spotting it: the Celestial Pillar, glowing with a radiant green gem embedded at its heart. His eyes locked on target.

"There it is." That cocky grin spread across his face.

"Time to end this." Then— BOOM. He blasted down from the clouds like a divine missile, the sky screaming behind him as he pierced through it. A thunderous shockwave rattled the heavens. The beam—wild, chaotic, a roaring inferno of destruction—chased after him like a demon unchained. The final race had begun. Prince SLAMMED into the ground like living lightning, a crater forming beneath his feet at the base of the Celestial Pillars. Dirt and energy exploded outward. He didn't stop.

He dashed, streaking straight for the green pillar like a man possessed.

"GET IT, PRINCE!" Angel shouted, still fighting off hordes.

"COME ON, BRO!" Duke roared, fists clenched. The crowd went silent, time slowed. Even the Lunaranites—creatures of chaos and bloodlust—paused, baffled, confused, watching. Prince vaulted into the air, twisting over the pillar like a lightning acrobat, the beam screeching right behind him, breathing down his neck. Slow motion. Mouths opened in gasps. Whispers turned into yells. The world held its breath. And then— BOOOOOOM. Prince's fist SLAMMED into the green gem—cracking it with pure raw thunder energy.

Not even a millisecond later, the beam caught up— —and collided head-on with the gem. The world. Went. White. An explosion of color detonated from the pillar—green, white, blue, gold—every color imaginable blasted across the sky, melting together like cosmic paint. The shockwave shook the universe, slicing through clouds, air, even time itself. Alien birds flying high above were instantly vaporized, the atmosphere cracked, the heavens screamed. It was like a god had thrown a tantrum.

The shockwave slammed into the earth. The wind didn't just howl—it roared. A hurricane spun out of the energy, hurling everyone into the air. Trees snapped. Buildings shattered. The battlefield turned into a blender of chaos and energy. Lightning danced. The sky bled light. And in the middle of it all… Prince was falling. His body plummeted from the heavens like a broken star. His hoodie flapped wildly. His arms limp. His body spun, crashing through golden rocks like a ragdoll in a pinball machine until— CRACK.

He slammed into the side of a massive golden spire. The impact echoed through the mountains. His body finally stopped, crumpling face-down in the dust. Silence. His fingers twitched. His eyes squinted open, weak, bloodied, but alive. He slowly looked up—through the dust, the wind, the chaos—and saw it. The Room of Zeniths tower. Still standing. Still glowing. Activated. He grinned through the pain. Broken, battered, but victorious. He did it. The crowd fell into an eerie silence. Was he… dead or alive?

Overbrawl collapsed, finally succumbing to exhaustion after unleashing a massive attack that, unfortunately, did nothing. Krane caught him just in time, cradling him in his arms. Whispers rippled through the crowd—fake Lunaranites, Celestianites, even the crew. A sea of murmurs. Then… silence again. Olsen, standing right at the edge of the crowd, slowly stepped forward, gripping his hammer tightly. He made his way to Prince, who was slumped face-down against a rock, unmoving. With one tap of his hammer—nothing.

Another tap—still nothing… Then in a flash, Prince shot up and immediately broke into the Gangnam Style dance, hollering, "I DID IT! I DID IT! DID YOU GUYS SEE THAT?! I DID IT!" He kept shuffling across the battlefield like he was auditioning for a decade-late K-pop comeback. The fake Lunaranites groaned in unison, clearly done, and instantly raised their spears in collective disgust. Olsen let out the world's heaviest sigh, looking like he was one second away from physically knocking some sense into Prince.

He turned toward him with a deadpan stare and snapped, "We thought you were dead! Like—flatline, donezo, buried-in-a-music-video DEAD!" Prince just shrugged and flopped back against the rock like it was a recliner.

"Well, guess I'm not. Isn't that nice?" he muttered with a smug grin. Olsen shook his head, somewhere between exasperated and ready to retire. Then, cutting through the weirdness, Ella's voice rang out—sharp, urgent: "LOOK!"