Divine Mask: I Have Numerous God Clones

The battlefield had become a storm of chaos. Caius's Dominion of Storms raged through the area, lightning crashing down while fierce winds howled across the ground.

But even in the midst of the storm, Lucy remained unmoved, her eyes filled with nothing but rage. The temperature around her continued to rise, her Volcanic Aura burning hotter with every second.

Varyn, watching his comrades fall one by one under Lucy's overwhelming might, felt panic grip his chest. His breaths came in ragged gasps, and he tightened his grip on his sword, the weight of his own desperation pressing down on him.

His heart pounded in his ears, drowning out the chaos around him. He had no other choice but to use his strongest move—this was it, his last chance.

He locked his gaze on Lucy, who stood tall, her fiery aura blazing, her Volcanic Dragon Claws glowing with molten heat. She looked like a force of nature—unstoppable, unrelenting. The sight of her only made his determination harden, though fear clawed at the edges of his mind.

"I won't lose to you," he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice shaky but defiant. Summoning every ounce of strength left in him, Varyn raised his sword high, the winds around it swirling and gathering at its tip like a storm waiting to be unleashed.

"Iron Gale Strike!" he roared, his voice strained, laced with desperation.

The winds around his blade howled like a raging tornado, and the air itself seemed to shudder under the weight of the attack. With a final shout, Varyn swung his sword down with all his might, the full power of his Iron Tempest Blade cutting through the air in a powerful arc toward Lucy.

But Lucy didn't flinch. Her cold, angry eyes followed the path of the attack, unblinking. A smirk twisted her lips, but it wasn't one of amusement. It was filled with contempt—a look that showed she didn't see him as a threat, but as an insect foolish enough to challenge her.

"Is that all you've got?" she hissed, her voice venomous, almost mocking.

In one swift, decisive motion, Lucy raised her Volcanic Dragon Claw to meet the incoming attack. There was no fear, no hesitation.

With a flicker of her fingers, the ground beneath her cracked, splintering under the force of her Eruption. The earth trembled, and the air rippled with scorching heat.

Her claw blazed with the fire of a volcano, molten energy surging through her body like a living flame. The Iron Gale Strike collided with her claw—but it didn't stand a chance.

In an instant, the winds around Varyn's blade dissipated, consumed by the burning heat of Lucy's power. The strike, which should have torn through anything in its path, was obliterated as if it had never existed.

Varyn's eyes widened in disbelief, his pupils shrinking as he stared at Lucy. "W-what...?"

Lucy's smirk widened into something far more sinister. "Pathetic," she spat, her voice dripping with disdain.

Without giving him time to react, her Eruption surged forward, the blast of volcanic energy roaring like a tidal wave of fire. The heat was unbearable, suffocating. It rushed toward Varyn with merciless force, leaving him no room to escape.

His subordinates, who had foolishly tried to flank her, were caught in the explosion. They didn't even have time to scream before their bodies were incinerated, their forms disintegrating into ash.

The battlefield glowed red as Lucy's Eruption tore through the ranks of Caius's team, leaving nothing but scorched earth and a trail of burning destruction in its wake.

Varyn staggered backward, his skin blistering from the intense heat. He could barely keep himself upright, his strength completely drained. He had given everything—his strongest move, his full power—and it had been nothing. Nothing compared to her.

He fell to his knees, the weight of defeat crashing down on him. His vision blurred, and he struggled to lift his head to look at her one last time. Lucy was still standing, her fiery aura undiminished, her eyes blazing with a cold, ruthless fury.

"You... never stood a chance," she said, her voice cold and final. There was no mercy in her gaze, only the satisfaction of a predator that had crushed its prey.

Varyn's heart sank as his vision darkened. His last thought before slipping into unconsciousness was one of bitter regret. He had been a fool to challenge her.

With a final gasp, he collapsed at her feet, defeated and broken.

But Caius wasn't finished.

As he watched his team fall to Lucy's devastating power and saw Varyn lying unconscious, something within him snapped.

His breath quickened, eyes burning with a mix of fear and desperation. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. He had come here with confidence, certain of their strength, but now—his plan was crumbling before his eyes.

"No... No, this can't be happening," Caius muttered under his breath, his fists clenching tightly. His heart pounded in his chest as he glared at Lucy, his mind racing. He knew this was his last chance—his final opportunity to turn the tide.

"I won't be defeated here," he growled, his voice low and trembling with fury. "I'll show you—show all of you—the true power of the storm."

With a surge of energy, he activated his final skill: Tempest's Grace.

The storm around him responded to his call, roaring louder, the winds growing fiercer as lightning crackled viciously in the air. Caius's body became enveloped in a swirling vortex of wind, the sheer force of it lifting him slightly off the ground.

His form began to blur, his movements quickened by the speed of the storm. The wind sharpened around him, refining his strikes, amplifying his strength and agility exponentially.

Caius looked up at Lucy, his expression twisted into one of maddened determination. "You think you can just walk over me like this?" he spat, his voice echoing through the battlefield as the storm crackled around him.

His eyes were wild, his desperation now driving him forward. "I'll show you... the real power of the storm!"