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тнe reвellιon oғ predaтιтan.....

It was 7:30 pm. PredaTitan waited till night to make his move. He was a creature of the Dark Legion.

PredaTitan flew circling over Archamium Academy. It transformed into a shadowy figure about 10 feet tall with jagged edges on his shoulders, knees, chest, and head. Kriston stood in front if the Academy sparring with the one they call Forge Zritmas. Enemies? Nope. Perhaps a battle ace or a sparring competition. He jumped down from the roof and landed with rumbling earth behind him. Kriston stopped and watched in awe as phantoms and demons landed by PredaTitan's side. As soon as Kriston realised what was happening, he let out a deep, pure laugh of mockery. PredaTitan transformed into a dragon.

He spewed black fire at Kriston. He stomped on the floor and a glowing blue shield floated in front of him blocking the fire. "Well, this should be good. We meet again, PredaTitan. But this time I won't be so kind as to allow you to live..Forge, get everyone inside and enjoy the show." Kriston jumped up and instantly disappeared. Then reappeared behind PredaTitan and stabbed him. He disappeared again. He reappeared in front of the beast smiling.

PredaTitan looked at Kriston confused. "What the f--" Kriston kicked him in the jaw. HARD. The beast staggered backward and fell. It transformed into the jagged giant again. He grabbed a tree trunk. In his hand, it transformed into a black, wickedly sharp lance. He pointed the tip at Kriston. "ATTACK!!"
Thousands of phantoms and demons spiraled around Kriston until he was literally in the middle of a sea of monsters. But it was nighttime. As fast as they could scratch him, the moonlight just healed him and mended him until no scars even remained, as if it never happened.

The battle wore on. Black oil from deceased demons stained his clothing and the floor around him. In one hand, he was stabbing with his platinum lance and with his other, he was shooting blue beams of electrifying power at incoming demons. He had killed around 1,673 demons...er..1,673, 1,674. AGGH! You get the point. Soon, it was him and PredaTitan. He wiped some sweat from his brow. The Dragon King laughed.
"The Moon Titan tires.." Kriston stood a moment in the moonlight and was soon good as new, ready to kill millions if he had to. He lunged

He threw his lance to the ground and it transformed back into a wand. He punched the jagged giant and they interlaced fingers, fuelling and trying to push the other to the ground. Around them, a swirling tornado of blue and red energy swirled around them. It was the pure power of the Cosmos. The power of the Gods.
PredaTitan bellowed out with tussling with Kriston. "Now we take our rightful places, Wrathe. As GODS! We link the very power of the Cosmos." Kriston, appalled, pushed the beast back. "I am just a soldier, and you are a slave, PredaTitan."

PredaTitan asked, "a slave of whom?" Kriston retorted, "Of your own twisted works!" Every time Kriston punched PredaTitan, blue lightning tore through the sky. Everytime PredaTitan hit Kriston, red lightning tore through the sky. Kriston picked up his wand and urged it into a sword. Yes, a platinum sword. Not lance. PredaTitan grabbed his jagged black sword as well. They charged at each other and clashed swords. The second the platinum metal from Kriston's blade his the obsidian sword of PredaTitan, there was a cosmic explosion between them pushing both of them back, with PredaTitan crashing on his left side.

He winced. Kriston remembered when he stabbed the beast's left side with his lance. But he was down.
Kriston, still on the floor, rose his hand toward the beast and some golden energy from the First Times protected from his palm and into the beast's mouth. There was a moment if silence. Then, PredaTitan's stomach began to rumble and glow gold as well. Then, the light eating him inside out, disintegrated the beast as he fell to the floor in a pile of his own black acidic blood. Kriston had just killed an ARMY of demons and phantoms right now.

He really liked how his score card was looking right about now:

Kriston Knighticus Wrathe

Top Enforcer Knight of the Moon

Son of the Moon

Moon Titan

Slayer of the Demon Army

Slayer of PredaTitan and 10,000 demons

The Slayer of the Dark Ones

And hopefully not Slayer of King Kyrie Wrathe of Kingtillium

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