After the dust settled on the battlefield, the looming silhouette of the alien spaceship remained the final challenge. Its massive form hung over City A, casting an ominous shadow across the rubble and destruction below. Azar tilted his head, evaluating his options, but the situation was clear. Despite his newfound strength, he was bound by the ground. Even with the Devouring Law amplifying his physical power to new heights, he couldn't reach the craft by conventional means. Jumping would fall pitifully short, and attempting to dodge the barrage of heavy artillery raining down from above was far beyond what even his enhanced reflexes could manage.
Nearby, Tatsumaki glared up at the ship with visible frustration, her eyes narrowing as her fingers flexed in preparation. Without warning, she extended both hands towards the nearest pile of rubble. Chunks of debris—concrete, metal, entire fragments of buildings—rose into the air under her telekinetic power. With a shout of fury, Tatsumaki launched the rubble skyward. The twisted masses of wreckage streaked through the air like missiles, hurtling toward the spaceship's underside.
The makeshift projectiles crashed against the alien vessel with thunderous impacts, each one exploding upon contact. Yet, despite Tatsumaki's formidable telekinetic strength, her efforts barely scratched the surface of the ship.
Azar grimaced, feeling the limits of his strength against something so colossal and fortified. His mind raced, searching for any weakness to exploit, any way to reach the ship. Just then, something unusual caught his attention. It was faint, like a pulse barely discernible amidst the chaos, but his Devouring Law seemed to pick up on it—a strange surge of energy radiating from within the spaceship.
The energy he sensed was extraordinary, like a vast storm locked within the walls of the alien craft, its power peaking and dipping with intense fluctuations. It was the type of energy that only manifested when two colossal forces were clashing, pushing each other to their absolute limits. Every surge sent a slight tremor through the air, the force so potent that Azar could feel it from the ground.
Then, as he continued to focus, he realized something astounding. The surges were intensifying, climbing to a crescendo of raw power that was almost overwhelming. And just as the energy spiked to its peak, the spaceship began to tilt.
A ripple of confusion ran through the heroes on the ground. Tatsumaki's telekinesis had barely scratched the ship's defenses, so what was causing it to lose control? Azar's eyes narrowed. Whatever was happening up there, it was beyond anything he could explain. It was almost as though the ship were being torn apart from within.
Then, without warning, the spaceship began its descent. Slowly at first, but then accelerating, its massive form tilted further and further downward, unable to right itself. The sleek, dark metal exterior glinted as the angle grew sharper, and with an audible groan of metal, it started falling directly toward the city.
Alarms blared across the remains of City A as the heroes' shock turned to panic. Bang shouted orders, and Genos's arm cannons hummed to life, readying to blast away any falling debris. Tatsumaki, caught off guard, quickly thrust both hands outward, desperately trying to slow the descent with her telekinesis. But the sheer size and weight of the spaceship overwhelmed even her formidable abilities. She could barely keep the falling behemoth from accelerating further, let alone stop it entirely.
"Move!" Atomic Samurai bellowed, unsheathing his sword as he and the other heroes began sprinting away from the impending impact. Metal Bat, Puri-Puri Prisoner, and Bang all dashed, their feet pounding against the cracked earth in a frantic escape. Azar, snapping back to the reality of the situation, sprinted alongside them, pushing his augmented speed to its limits. He could feel the ground trembling beneath his feet, each rumble signaling the ship's increasing proximity to the earth.
Puri-Puri Prisoner, breaking into a stride with impressive speed, suddenly shouted, "Angel Dash!" He pumped his arms even faster, his face lighting up with enthusiasm.
Metal Bat, sprinting beside him, glanced over and groaned, "What the hell, man?! Just 'cause you name it doesn't mean it'll make you run any faster!"
Puri-Puri Prisoner gave him an indignant look, not breaking his pace. "Angel Dash isn't just a name— it's a state of mind!"
"Right, yeah, sure. But hurry it up!" Metal Bat shot back, practically dragging him forward with his intense glare.
Despite the pounding rhythm of his footfalls, Azar's mind raced as he kept his senses trained on the ship, noticing another intense energy surge emanating from within. Whatever power had disrupted the ship's balance hadn't vanished. If anything, it was growing stronger as the ship fell, as if something—or someone—was tearing through it from the inside.
Just as Azar and the others cleared the impact zone, the spaceship crashed down in a thunderous explosion. The impact was cataclysmic, sending shockwaves that flattened nearby structures and tore massive craters into the ground. Rubble and debris shot into the sky like missiles, raining down on the surrounding city. A deafening roar filled the air as the spaceship's mighty hull buckled and fractured, its once-mighty armor cracking under the immense force.
Azar braced himself against the wall of air that blasted past him, his hair and clothes whipping in the violent currents. Every instinct told him to stay back, but his curiosity was burning brighter than ever. What could have toppled such a formidable vessel?
As the dust began to settle, the heroes looked on in astonishment. The spaceship lay sprawled across the cityscape, a smoldering, twisted ruin of metal and circuitry. Azar's enhanced senses, now further boosted by his Devouring Law, picked up the faint traces of power still emanating from within the wreckage. Whatever had brought down the alien craft was still in there, still radiating power and he had a slight suspicion towards who it might be.