Krystal Fae charged up all the energy she could muster and took aim at the large orb jammed into Drochah’s massive body. Unleashing her power, she attempted to crack the orb. Her attack was joined by dozens of others. Yet, for all their fury, Drochah seemed unfazed by the whole combat. The giant figure stood there, stoic and still, not even paying them attention. The surrounding heroes swarmed like mosquitoes, looking for a place to land.
Gar flew by with Chase kneeling on his back. She threw her magic blades repeatedly, aiming for Drochah’s eyes. “Any progress?” She yelled.
Krystal shook her head. “I sense no change in his strength.”
“I have the answer!” A man yelled through their comms.
A dirigible came flying through the time rift, Furious Squirrel at the helm. He pulled down a large cone shaped pipe and talked into it. “I have Peyton with me and Time Bender. They have info!”
Krystal Fae swooped around and came toward the large dirigible. “What?”
Peyton grabbed the pipe and said, “Drochah is stronger here. This is his time period. I can sense his power. But, I also know that he is slightly outside of our time. It’s hard to explain, but since he broke through time first, he’s ahead of us by just a short time. Our attacks can’t hurt him, just like we couldn’t see his fortress in the ocean.”
Hot Wings yelled through his comm, “how the hell does that help us?”
Time Bender took the pipe, “Peyton has a brilliant idea. Everyone with any level of temporal powers focus your strength on him, and he’ll blast a time beam at Drochah, shoving him a few seconds in time. That’ll bring him to our speed and we can actually hurt him.”
Peyton grabbed the pipe, “the catch is, we gotta hit him hard as soon as he is in our time. He is one powerful mug.”
“Gotcha.” Krystal said and then clicked her comm. “Everyone, on my cue, send your time powers at the pilothouse on that dirigible. Everyone else, pull back and get your best shot ready. I want Drochah to feel this one.”
With a barrage of agreeing comments, it was ready. Krystal flew up, followed by a few others. She prepared herself and then cast a spell at the dirigible that signaled the others to act. A great energy formed around the pilothouse and Peyton became a bright light. He pushed both hands forward and a beam shot out from him. The moment it contacted Drochah, the giant enemy finally displayed some level of emotion. He stumbled and fell back slightly. His body flickered and the shade of him changed slightly.
The next moment came with an eruption of power from all the heroes. Weapons, energy attacks, throwing stars, globs of goo. Every sort of attack they could muster all hit him at once. This time, he almost fell down from the damage.
Peyton yelled into the comms, “he’s in our time. Keep hitting him, now!”
The dirigible unleashed several volleys of missiles, exploding against Drochah’s face.
Not unlike King Kong swiping at airplanes, Drochah went after the surrounding heroes. He hit more than one, but he too was being hit and now it looked like it hurt him.
Chase wore a strange gray glove on the hand that materialized the throwing stars. Releasing them one by one, she nailed Drochah in one eye.
Gar, still carrying her, said, “it’s working!”
“Yeah, somehow this glove is neutralizing the morphon type. He’s feeling this.”
“What about the plan? Where are the avatars?” Gar asked.
Chase looked down at the land far below. “I don’t see them. Look at that place. The world down there is broken like glass.”
Indeed, the land below appeared like a mirror that had been shattered. At the center was a normal land with a compound in the center and large robots around it. But, at a distance around it and as far as the horizon, the land was in pieces. Each piece was a different time, a different era in human history.
“LOOK OUT!” Gar turned hard in the sky.
Drochah unleashed a massive blast of energy that threw heroes away from him. He then held his right hand out and cast a great wave of energy at the ground below.
“Look, the heroes!” Gar said.
Chase watched the heroes grasping at their chests as their bodies emanated different hues. “He still can hurt them through their morphon types. Damn. What the?” She saw armies of mechs were appearing out of the time fractures and attacking the compound. “He summoned his mech armies?”
Gar gasped, “the avatars...he must be trying to stop them!”
Chase clicked on her comm. “He’s trying to kill the avatars!”
“TARGET THE ORB, WE MUST STOP HIM QUICK!” Krystal Fae yelled.
The heroes flew around Drochah, dodging his physical attacks. They joined in a massive flying V with the Dirigible at the lead. Drochah projected another morphon controlling wave and sent more than half of them reeling out of control. The remaining heroes focused their powers and blasted the orb with a strong single attack.
A great crack formed in the orb and that was followed by an eruption of power that toppled even more heroes and nearly crashed the blimp.
Below them, a mushroom cloud exploded upward from the ground as the battle between the mechs intensified.
Drochah stumbled back, almost falling over. The color in his skin and the brightness from his eyes dimmed.
“WE’RE WINNING!” The Wizard called out in glee.
Time Bender yelled, “LOOK OUT!”
Drochah’s body flashed, disappearing and reappearing in the same place he had been. His orb was still cracked, but his body had regained all its color. He held out his hand and the surrounding heroes were locked. The morphon energy in their bodies was under his control. Like the weapons Osteen designed, he was dissolving the heroes one by one by tearing the morphons from their very DNA.
“It is over, heroes! Your pointless war ends now. The Earth is destroyed, Legion shall be reborn!” Drochah declared.
Chase gasped as her body ached. She could feel her blood boiling as the morphons in her were being torn out. Gar held her in his arms, unable to help her. He was one of the few who wasn’t being hurt, but he could not stop this.
The sound of rocket jets caught their attention and seven Mechs rose through the atmosphere, heading for Drochah. This seemed to put genuine fear in him as he let go of murdering them and went after the mechs.
Chase gasped in air and weakly held her comm unit. “Attack...Drochah...now...”
The heroes took this opportunity to go after him again. They were injured and in pain, but they didn’t hold back what they had left. Each unleashed their attacks at his orb again. The immediate taxing of their powers caused many to finish dissolving as they spent their last living breath to save the earth. Hundreds of heroes evaporated around them. Chase watched Hot Wings, Krystal Fae, Peyton, The Wizard, and more simply vanish as they gave their lives for this.
One by one, six mechs flew up and surrounded Drochah. His orb broke further under the onslaught, his power weakening. From each mech, a different color of light came forth. Red, orange, green, purple, blue, and yellow. They made contact with the orb and each drew out that same color from him. Drochah writhed and screamed, but he could do nothing to stop this. Those mechs fell away as the occupants floated out, still drawing his strength from him. The six avatars drained Drochah’s bastardized core.
The orb in his chest grew dark and then broke, crumbling as though it had turned to ash. The color in his body faded, his eyes lot their light, and he screamed an agonizing plea for death. Falling from the heavens, crashing through the atmosphere, and landing in the middle of all the fractures below, Drochah was torn into a dozen different pieces as his body was shredded into different time frames across all the history of this world.
Chase watched this in a state of shock, unsure what to think. Suddenly, the fractures all beamed a bright light, and she was taken away into a realm of nothingness.
“Is this it?” She whispered into this void. “Has time collapsed? ….
… Is this the end?”
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