Lunaris hissed again, standing between Nova and the GrimeFlayers. The cat's fur bristled, eyes glowing in a brilliant azure. The horde closed in, screeching like a chorus of broken glass. Their limbs writhed with oily black sinew, their claws dragging sparks from the scorched earth.

Nova stirred; the ground beneath him cracked as he pushed his hand into the dirt. His body screamed in protest, muscles torn, nerves singeing, armor shattered beyond function, but something deep inside him refused to yield.

"Not yet," he murmured, his voice low and trembling. "Not… yet."

The GrimeFlayers advanced. One leaped forward, jaws wide enough to bite through steel. Lunaris slashed at it with his claws, carving a glowing X across its face. The creature reeled, but two more took its place.

Nova's eyes opened fully. They weren't human eyes anymore, veins of light threaded through the sclera, pulsing faintly in rhythm with his heartbeat. He drew in a long breath, the scent of ash and ozone filling his lungs. Then he stood.

"Get back," he said softly to Lunaris. His voice carried no force, yet the Harlequin Cat obeyed instantly, retreating to his side.

The GrimeFlayers hesitated, as if sensing the shift. Shadows wavered. The air thickened with invisible static.

Nova's aura erupted, red and black flames spiraling upward, bending space itself. His daggers reformed, their edges twitching violently as if alive, unstable.

He crossed them over his chest, and the energy condensed, forming a silhouette of a circle on his hand, showing his fourth pillar, crossed by the diagonal line. He was now an evolved C-rank, equal to them in rank.

This evolution would certainly help him, though he was still outnumbered. He didn't think twice before attacking the nearest GrimeFlayer. He crisscrossed and carved his daggers into the crest of the beast, ripping out the flesh, and tore deep into the creature's anatomy, and pucked out the heart.

His hand was covered in a horrific amount of blood, some trickling away to the ground, others starting to swell abnormally fast. He crushed the heart in a billion pieces as the creature fell back, evaporating into ashes.

The others lunged at him, but he grabbed Lunaris and dodged them all. He had to refine himself more for this evolution to be more useful to him. But now that he was on the same wavelength, he was able to see them, dodge them, and even sometimes be faster than them.

He put Lunaris down, as all the GrimeFlayers had collided against each other. Then, in an irate screech, another, younger, GrimeFlayer, so not as evolved as the others, came short as an evolved F-rank creature.

The younger GrimeFlayer darted towards Nova, flying at him, trying to push its limits to the max, though Nova sheathed his normal daggers and summoned something else, an evolved version.

The rest of the GrimeFlayers charged, and this was the final charge. He didn't want to push the fight longer, since he knew his body wouldn't be able to handle it. He needed something, anything, and so, through his duplicate, he was able to craft something extraordinary.

"Hellscript Arsenal-" Nova whispered to himself, as Lunaris looked at him in worry, but also in trust. "-Entropy Fang Daggers."

Twin blades forged from collapsing matter, black cores veined with molten red sigils that crawled like living script formed in his hands. Each dagger hummed at a frequency that eroded reality itself in Nova's mind.

The daggers emitted tendrils of black-red energy that spiraled around the hands, flickering between matter and void. The Hellscript runes glowed brighter with each kill, their patterns evolving dynamically, as if learning from destruction and chaos itself.

Nova's mind flickered with distortion the minute the daggers appeared in his hands. He held out his hand towards the incoming GrimeFlayer, then closed his eyes, composing his breathing, as he opened them in a swift instant, intensely lunging at them, making a spiral, and carving through them, one by one.

Nova moved like destruction and chaos itself. Each strike from the Entropy Fang daggers tore through the GrimeFlayers and through a layer of his mind, as though they were made of vapor, the air distorting in his wake.

The battlefield dissolved into a chaotic symphony, blood, black mist, ashes, dust, and shards of half-real matter scattered under the fury of the chaotic light emitted from the sun.

Each impact sent tremors through the ground, cracks spiderwebbing outward, glowing faintly with molten light.

Lunaris darted between the shockwaves, sensing a dangerous disturbance from Nova. The Harlequin Cat lunged at Nova, licking him to try to bring him to his senses, but of course, that only partially worked.

Each time Nova's motion faltered, the cat's aura reinforced him, the two moving in perfect synchrony. The GrimeFlayer's shirkes shifted from fury to fear. The young one hesitated, its malformed wings trembling.

Nova turned toward it, eyes bright with monstrous intensity. He lifted one dagger, the runes along its edge shifting like liquid fire.

"Entropy feeds entropy," he said with a maniacal smile.

He thrusted the blade forward, not into the flesh, but into the space before the creature. The air rippled into a fracture. A rift opened, invisible but palpable, drawing in sound, light, and motion.

The GrimeFlayer screamed as its own form collapsed inward, shredded by the very concept of decay. When the rift sealed, only dust remained.

Nova staggered. His breath came ragged, the daggers vibrating violently in his grasp as if resisting containment.

He could feel his body unraveling at the edges, the cost of power pressing against his nerves like burning wire. The Hellscript Daggers whispered in his mind, echoing voices layered with static: More... feed us... complete the cycle.

He clenched his jaw and forced the whispers away. "Not yet," he growled again, this time not from weakness, but defiance.

The remaining GrimeFlayers regrouped, but their coordination was broken. Nova seized the opening. He spun once more, crossing the daggers in a sweeping arc.

A wave of entropic energy surged outward, slicing through the horde in a flash of black-red brilliance. When the light dimmed, silence fell.

Ash drifted down like snow. The earth steamed, the scent of iron thick in the air.

Nova dropped to one knee, panting, his aura flickering. Lunaris padded to his side, brushing against his arm.

"It's over," he whispered, staring at the blades as they dissolved into embers.

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