Sentinels Vs Stars part 2

"That little skill of yours—what's it called? Muscle manipulation?" Hungriv sneered, his grin widening.

 "I've got a similar, more powerful ability. I call it molecular control. You might be able to expand and strengthen your muscles, but I have complete control over every fragment of my body. I can harden or soften any part of myself at will. Add that to my super regeneration, and I'm practically immortal."

Hungriv's confidence radiated as his wounds from Rorak's earlier attacks continued to heal, leaving barely a trace of damage.

Rorak sighed, visibly annoyed. "You want a lollipop or something? The f*ck are you telling me all that for? You got alot of mouth for someone who take a heavy beating."

Hungriv's face twisted, his grin turning into a crooked snarl. "Just so you know who the real predator is here. No more playing around. Sure, you've got me beat in raw strength, but true strength doesn't come from just muscles. No… IT COMES FROM OVERALL POWER!"

Hungriv's stomach suddenly split open like a grotesque mouth, revealing a large, bumpy tongue and rows of sharp, spaced-out teeth.

Rorak's expression shifted to one of visible disgust as he instinctively upped his guard. "What the hell is this bastard doing?" he muttered under his breath.

"It took me thousands of years of refining my Aether cell," Hungriv gloated, his voice dripping with pride. "When I finally reached the fifth transformation stage, I was gifted this beauty."

Refining cell? What's he rambling about now. Rorak thought, his fists clenching tighter.

"Behold true power!" Hungriv bellowed.

The grotesque maw in his stomach widened further, glowing a bright orange. Then, with a deafening roar, it began sucking in the cold solar winds like a powerful vacuum.

WHHOOOOOMM!

Rorak's footing faltered for a moment as the pull intensified, dragging everything around toward Hungriv's core.

"This bastard's really getting on my nerves." Rorak growled through gritted teeth, his muscles tensing as he braced against the pull. He prepared to unleash what seemed to be an ability of his own.

Hungriv's mocking laughter cut through the chaos. "I already knew this wouldn't be enough to kill you! Your muscle strength is impressive, but that's not the point! What I'm trying to pull in…"

Rorak's eyes narrowed, catching a hint of what Hungriv was doing.

GLUTTON۝

Hungriv's stomach maw shifted as it siphoned the cosmic energy out of the solar winds, compressing it into a dense, swirling, purple ball of destructive power. The energy orb flickered and pulsed.

Hungriv's maw finally stopped pulling, and he straightened with a confident look plastered across his grotesque face. "Even though I can't produce celestial energy, with this ability, I can absorb it!"

The energy swirling in the orb was unlike anything Rorak had seen before. He could feel the that it was extremely unstable. Without hesitation, he began to move back.

But the moment Rorak moved, Hungriv released the attack.

WHHOOOOOSH—THWAAP!

The orb shot forward, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake, the raw power rippling through the void of space like an unstoppable force.

Rorak caught the massive orb with all four of his arms, his teeth grinding from the sheer force. The energy wasn't just celestial—it carried the affinity of space itself, pulling relentlessly, dragging his arms deeper into it. He could feel it tearing through him.

The grotesque blast finally detonated, ripping through his body. All four of his arms were torn clean off, and his torso was obliterated, leaving little more than a husk.

"HAHAHA!" Hungriv bellowed, his laughter echoing through the void. "I knew you'd try some bullshit like catching it or punching it! You're all muscle, no brains!"

He turned to fly off, grinning. "Let's see how many more of your friends I can—"

"Where are you going."

Hungriv froze mid-flight. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Slowly, he turned around.

Rorak stood there, unphased, his cold glare fixed on him. His arms had regenerated, fully formed, and the massive hole in his chest was gone.

"You… What the hell are you?" Hungriv stammered, his confidence shaken.

"Remember when you said we were similar?" Rorak said, his tone icy. "Seems you were right. I've got an ability that practically makes me immortal too. I call it Cell Regeneration."

Hungriv scoffed, trying to mask his unease. "Pfft. So what? All I have to do is eradicate you completely. I already did it once. Won't be any harder the second time."

Rorak's hands began to move slowly, all four leaving faint afterimages as they circled in intricate patterns.

"The only reason I let that attack hit me was to confirm what I suspected about it. That ability of yours—it's not just thanks to your Aether Cell. It's the result of failed experiments to fuse Aether power with cosmic energy. And it's unstable."

Hungriv's stomach maw began to open again, sucking in power from the solar winds, forming his devastating purple orb once more. This time, the energy was even more volatile, shaking violently as it grew larger.

"So what? Strength is all that matters!" Hungriv roared. "And I'll show you just how much it matters!"

The orb pulsed, expanding to a size that dwarfed the last one. Even Hungriv himself trembled under its weight, but he grinned arrogantly, masking his growing fear.

Rorak's hand movements grew faster, the afterimages converging. One of his hands extended upward, a single finger pointing ahead. At its tip, a swirling yellow energy began to form, glowing brighter and brighter.

"Since your people are so obsessed with cosmic power," Rorak said, his voice calm, "let me show you a real innate cosmic ability."

Hungriv's voice faltered, stuttering under his own strain. "Don't—don't worry. I'll send the rest of your friends to meet you… wherever you're going!"

WHHOOOOOSH!

Hungriv unleashed his attack, the massive orb screaming through space toward Rorak.

Rorak aimed his finger, his face twisting into a devilish smile.

Singularity☯

The glowing energy shot forward, meeting Hungriv's attack. But instead of an explosion, the orb was pulled into nothingness, absorbed.

Hungriv barely had time to react before the attack came for him. It smashed into his temple, its gravitational pull absorbing him piece by piece, erasing him from existence. His last scream was cut short as his body vanished, leaving nothing but silence.

Rorak floated in the aftermath, the void eerily still. His glare softened into a devilish grin as he looked at where Hungriv once stood.

"Sentinels: 1," he muttered, his voice dark with satisfaction. "Stars: 0."