185 Chapter 162 - Bankai Part 2.
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[Third Person. POV.]
As Acnologia approached Tenrou Island, to destroy everything, and everyone.
Adam's voice cut through the noise of the sea like a sharp blade, "I had a good life."
At this, his stance in the middle of the air shifted, legs slightly apart with his Zanpakuto firmly grasped in his right hand. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes momentarily, a hint of sadness and resolve playing upon his features.
"Bankai," he whispered, and the world around them paused.
A palpable shift in the atmosphere was the first sign. And before anyone could blink, the very fabric of reality seemed to warp and change. As an overwhelming pressure cascaded upon them, so potent that even the most seasoned warriors staggered back, in fear. The sky, previously a vivid blue, now brooded with swirling, tempestuous clouds and while the sea parted apart.
"Muryokusho," Adam declared, his voice echoing as if it came from the depths of time itself.
As the name left his lips, the outwordly nature of Zanryuzuki transformed. The translucent aura, which once danced around it wildly, disappeared, alongside the entire blade save for the handle. But that didn't signify a reduction in power, quite the opposite.
Not only that.
Adam's appearance had changed with his Bankai's as well.
His once short brown hair, was now white, cascading down his back in wild, untamed locks. His eyes were now a piercing shade of silver with blue and golden undertones, and his skin seemed to glow with an otherworldly light. His clothing had also transformed, now adorned in a long, flowing white robe with intricate golden and silver designs woven throughout.
The transformation Adam had endured was such, that even Black Dragon of the Apocalypse, a being not easily phased hesitated for a brief moment. Feeling perhaps for the first time in centuries, a force that could genuinely challenge its dominance.
"What are you?" Acnologia's voice rumbled, echoing with disdain. The dragon's eyes, filled with malevolence, bore into Adam with an intensity that would have petrified any other being.
Adam ignored the query and swung an arm towards the heavens, blasting the Dragon back by some unseen force. The force of the attack was so powerful that it shook the very foundations of the earth, causing mountains miles away to crumble and oceans to rise up in fury.
That being said, Acnologia was not an enemy to be underestimated. For even as its immense body was thrown, violently towards the ground below without seemingly any effort, its deafening laugh rang throughout the entire place, as crackling blue light formed upon the scales that composed its massive chest, before gathering within its mouth, to form an immensely luminous sphere of energy.
"Arcane Dragon's Roar!", Acnologia roared, unleashing a powerful blast of destructive energy straight at Adam.
But Adam was ready for it. With a flick of his wrist, he hardened the space between them, creating a translucent wall of energy that not only absorbed the full blast of the dragon's attack, but also redirected the entire blast back at the dragon.
The blast hit Acnologia with such force that it sent the dragon hurtling through the air, crashing into one of the nearby mountains.
"You'll have to excuse me, it takes my body a bit to fully grasp the power of my Bankai, so you'll live for a few minutes more," Adam sighed, cracking his neck.
"I'll ask again, what are you?" Acnologia smiled, its voice now filled with a hint of respect and curiosity. It slowly rose from the rubble, its massive body unscathed from the previous attack. "I have never encountered such power in a human before."
Adam stood his ground, his silver eyes locked onto the dragon's slitted gaze. "I am a God of Death, and you are a dead memory."
Acnologia laughed once again, a deep and menacing sound emanating from its throat. "A God of Death you say, very well, let's see how much you can do."
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[Adam C. POV.]
I had finally unleashed my Bankai.
And now, unimaginable power pulsed through me, every fiber of my being alights with an energy that felt simultaneously awe-inspiring and terrifying.
That being said, the sheer weight of it all, threatened to crush me from the inside out.
Each heartbeat felt like an explosion within my chest, each breath a battle. I could feel the sting of blood at the back of my throat, I could hear my own breathing.
Each movement, every swing, felt like I was tearing myself apart from the inside.
The battle had just begun, and I had already fractured two fingers by failing to perfectly control my spiritual power.
If I made even the slightest mistake... I would die before killing Acnologia.
I needed to focus.
I needed to hold it out long enough to see this through.
I needed to wait for my body to acclimate, for my Bankai to fully reach its intended state. It wouldn't be long before that, a minute or so, maybe two.
I didn't have much time it seems.
But I didn't regret a thing.
Roaring, Acnologia charged at me, its massive claws aimed to tear through my flesh, moving the empty handle of my blade down on the dragon.
Time seemed to stop, before suddenly, the tail of Acnologia was severed from its body, falling to the sea floor, leaving a trail of blood is dropped.
I grinned at the sight, then winced as I brought a hand to my mouth and coughed up a spray of blood into my hand.
The strain was bigger than I imagined.
Snapping me back to reality, Acnologia opened its mouth, letting out a deafening roar, unleashing a torrent of pure arcane power.
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[Acnologia POV.]
I watched with pleasure as my power rained down on my opponent, the supposed God of Death. Or so I thought.
One moment, my attack was about to hit him, the next, he had disappeared only to reappear behind me, slicing through my scales and leaving a deep gash in my flesh.
This wasn't the first time it had happened.
He had cut through my flesh, not one, but twice.
And without any difficulties.
Not only that, but his movements.
I couldn't follow them.
And it wasn't because he was faster than me.
It was more like... his movements were instantaneous.
I grinned, amused by the challenge he presented.
It had been a long time since I had faced someone as skilled as him.
Not since I battled Igneel.
"I apologize for my performance so far. It seems you are truly worthy of my time, God of Death," I roared in approval, my eyes narrowing as I prepared to strike again.
With a thundering roar, I charged forward once again, extending my massive claws towards him. This would be fun, maybe just as fun as it was killing all those dragons!
