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The dazzling blue ray tore across the heavens like a wound of light, so sharp and brilliant that even the smoke-thick sky seemed momentarily cleaved apart. Beneath that radiance, an immeasurable tide of Transformium particles surged upward, pouring into the air like a mechanical ocean defying gravity. They rose in spirals, collided in shimmering streams, and folded into one another with a restless, almost sentient urgency. From afar, the storm resembled a living constellation being born at impossible speed.
Jack's towering Second-layered Form stood at the center of it all, a black colossus wreathed in blue brilliance. The glow crawled along the edges of his armor, tracing every line and contour until the giant silhouette looked less like a machine and more like a god cast from shadow and lightning. Then the transformation began.
His massive frame decomposed.
Armor plates dissolved into luminous dust. Mechanical joints unraveled into countless particles. The gigantic body fragmented silently at first, then with a deep, resonant hum, as though reality itself acknowledged the magnitude of what was occurring. Within seconds, Jack's entire Second-layered Form had disintegrated, becoming nothing but an immense swarm of Transformium particles. They shot upward and merged seamlessly into the storm above, as if the sky were reclaiming its rightful sovereign.
"What is this?" The Red Queen's voice rippled across the battlefield, her tone threaded with something rare—uncertainty.
Jack's consciousness echoed through the storm, his roar reverberating from every direction at once. "Red Queen, did you really believe I'd leave everything to your calculations? Did you imagine your precious logic could map every move I might make?"
A sharp laugh burst forth, distorted yet filled with disdain. "No matter. Regardless of your appearance, regardless of your evolution, you cannot surpass me. I possess the most powerful and most terrifying force on Earth."
Jack's laughter followed, low and dangerous. "That's exactly what I want to experience. Let's see how terrifying your 'true power' really is."
High above, the Transformium particles accelerated into frenzy. Their rotation became violent, compressing, colliding, condensing. Density multiplied exponentially. A shape began to emerge within the storm—first an indistinct shadow, then a vast outline, then a colossal black silhouette stretching across the horizon like a nightmare given form.
On the ground, Alice and the others stared upward, stunned into silence.
"Is this… Jack's true power?" Claire whispered, her voice nearly swallowed by the distant thunder of collapsing structures.
Jill shook her head slowly, disbelief etched deep into her expression. "Exaggerated doesn't even begin to cover it. How many abilities has he been hiding from us?"
Ada's gaze remained fixed on the sky. "He's always been an enigma. But this… this is beyond imagination."
The storm vanished abruptly, as though extinguished by an unseen hand.
In its place descended a kilometer-high black Transformer.
Its immense limbs locked into place with echoing metallic booms. Each movement was slow, deliberate, crushing. The ground groaned beneath the descending titan, fractured concrete splitting further under the pressure of its arrival.
Bang.
Jack landed.
The impact rippled outward like a miniature earthquake. Dust clouds erupted. Debris leapt into the air. Even the monstrous mutants surrounding the White House hesitated, instinctively recoiling from the overwhelming presence now dominating the battlefield.
Above, the Red Queen's projection glowed blood-red against the darkened sky. "Impressive size. Completely meaningless. My fusion is complete. Jack, you will collapse at the first blow."
Where once a hundred monstrous lifeforms had stood, there now remained only a grotesque entity—a kilometer-wide mass of writhing flesh, sinew, and bone fragments. The monstrous meatball pulsed violently, its surface trembling as though something vast and unspeakable struggled within.
"Now," the Red Queen declared, her voice swelling with triumph, "the monarch descends."
Her projection dissolved into streams of scarlet data, cascading downward like a digital waterfall. The glowing currents plunged directly into the grotesque mass.
Instantly, the meatball convulsed.
Bulges formed along its surface. Flesh stretched, split, and tore. The sound was unbearable—a wet symphony of rupturing tissue, cracking bone, and grinding biological horror. Even seasoned survivors flinched at the noise, a visceral reminder that this world had long abandoned mercy.
Jack stepped forward.
His colossal black sword rose high, its edges humming with condensed energy. There was no hesitation, no theatrical pause. Only motion.
He struck.
Bang.
The meatball exploded violently. Chunks of flesh and blackened blood blasted outward, raining across the battlefield. Shockwaves flattened nearby wreckage. A storm of organic debris painted the ruins in grotesque crimson.
Jack's optic sensors narrowed.
His sword had stopped mid-arc.
A gigantic blood-red hand gripped the blade.
"Jack," a new voice rumbled, coarse, thick with disgust, "thank you. You saved me the trouble of breaking free."
Before them stood a towering abomination: a kilometer-high humanoid figure composed entirely of raw crimson flesh. Cords of muscle twitched beneath translucent layers of skin. Veins throbbed like serpents. Its form pulsed with obscene vitality, as though stitched together from every nightmare humanity had ever imagined.
Jack's voice emerged cold, steady. "Red Queen."
"Do not call me Red Queen!" it bellowed, shaking the land. "I am Zombie King!"
Its roar rolled outward like thunder, rattling bones and shattering the last intact glass within miles.
Jack tilted his head slightly. "Creative title. Pity it ends today."
Energy surged along his left arm. A sphere of blinding light formed, expanding rapidly until it resembled a miniature sun trapped in metal claws.
The energy ball blasted forward.
Zombie King caught it effortlessly.
"Such attacks are meaningless," it sneered.
The sphere imploded with a violent detonation, fragments of energy ripping into the ground and gouging smoking craters. The sheer force of the explosion would have obliterated armies. Zombie King remained unmoved.
Jack fell silent.
For the first time, the difference in power was undeniable. Even within his reinforced structure, even with fused corpse gems, he could feel it. This thing radiated energy like a singularity wrapped in flesh.
"Disappointed?" Zombie King mocked. "Now witness true strength."
Black lightning erupted from its palm.
Bang.
The strike hit Jack squarely. Sparks exploded in all directions. The kilometer-high Transformer was hurled backward like a toy, smashing through ruins before crashing into the earth. The ground split open, swallowing half his frame.
"Jack!" Teri's voice trembled.
Alice's fists clenched tightly. "Stay calm. He's not done yet."
Slowly, Jack rose from the shattered pit. His armor was scorched. Movements heavy. Systems strained. The lightning had not merely struck—it had shaken the structural integrity of his entire form.
Within his mind, a familiar voice echoed.
"My lord. Let me fight beside you."
Jack's mental reply carried fatigue and realism. "Shura King… against this monster, you're like a child facing a god."
"My lord, even if death awaits, I will die in battle."
Jack's consciousness flickered with a bitter smile. "And accomplish what? Noble sacrifice doesn't equal victory."
Zombie King vanished.
Teleportation.
Despite its unimaginable size, the monster reappeared instantly before Jack. A massive hand seized his throat, lifting the giant effortlessly into the air.
"Your abilities," Zombie King hissed, eyes blazing, "are now mine. But your mechanical form restricts you. Teleportation. Thought Power. Elemental control. You cannot use them. I can."
Jack's voice strained, yet defiant. "You talk too much."
"Then break."
A vortex storm erupted beneath Jack. Winds spiraled upward with catastrophic force, grinding against his armor. The pressure howled, tearing at him molecule by molecule.
"Be ripped to fragments!" Zombie King laughed wildly.
The battlefield trembled beneath the violent collision of unimaginable forces. Survivors could only watch, helpless and horrified, as the storm of destruction swallowed the black giant whole.
And within that raging maelstrom, unseen by all but fate itself, the decisive clash of two impossible wills continued.