Crancrse: The Heavens Vengeance (Part 2)

"In 1451, the Northern Alliance had no choice but to break into the Canovia tropical rainforest. After five decades of failing to seize even a single inch of land from the Southern Alliance, they arrived with maximum preparation, as if this were the end of the prolonged war. This dense and impassable forest was the last bastion of the Dala, the only obstacle still standing strong. They knew the dangers lurking inside, but retreat was not an option. Moreover, the Southern Alliance differed from the Superhumans and Akatara Radicals, who had already learned how to counter the activation of Akatara powers. This gave the Northern Alliance confidence."

"The forest was not merely a collection of trees and wild plants. Its terrain was wild, like the remains of a world that had long since changed. Gigantic trees soared into the sky, forming a dense canopy that almost completely blocked out the sunlight. Their roots spread across the ground, creating natural traps for anyone not accustomed to the place. Wide rivers flowed fiercely, inhabited by creatures that seemed to come from an older era. Damp mist enveloped the forest at all times, filled with poison produced by flora not found anywhere else. Every drop of water falling from the leaves could carry a substance strong enough to paralyze creatures lacking natural immunity."

"At the border of the forest, the two forces met. The soldiers of the Northern Alliance, prepared with biological protection from Green Akatara, advanced fearlessly into the wilderness. The poisonous mist, lethal to ordinary humans, had no significant effect on them. The roots attempting to entangle them were swiftly cut, and every attack from the Dala was deflected with enhanced bodily resilience."

"However, the Dala did not only rely on passive defense. They used living plants as weapons, creating thorny vines that sprayed poison when severed. Plants that appeared to be ordinary flowers suddenly exploded, dispersing pollen that paralyzed anyone who inhaled it too deeply. Meanwhile, the Ajina attacked from the other side, moving with nearly impossible speed. Their claws gleamed sharply, and their fangs dripped venom capable of burning through an enemy’s nerves in seconds. The Dala adapted by coating their bodies with poison-filled thorns, attempting to withstand the brutal Ajina assault by making every physical contact a gamble of life and death."

"The Northern Alliance was confident that they were facing weakened Dala. The forest instantly turned into a slaughterhouse. Trees that had stood for thousands of years fell one by one. Fires began to spread in several places, burning through the previously untouched canopy. The ground, once covered by roots and decaying leaves, now turned into mud filled with blood and ash."

"The Dala's defense forts began to collapse. The Ajina and Green Akatara controlled the battlefield, their bodies enhanced with regeneration and resilience making them nearly unstoppable in close combat. The remaining Dala were cornered, their bodies filled with wounds, and the poison they created was no longer enough to repel the wave of enemy assaults. The sky began to darken, not because of storm clouds, but due to the smoke from the burning trees."

"The forest began to die."

"At that moment, something changed."

"It was not the cheer of victory that echoed in the air, but a suffocating silence. No one realized exactly when it happened, but suddenly, the movement of the Northern Alliance forces slowed. Not because of exhaustion, not because they hesitated, but as if time itself had lost its flow."

"Some Ajina tried to swing their claws, but their attacks failed to reach their target. Their eyes widened, seeing an enemy standing before them unscathed. They knew they had attacked, yet the result seemed as if nothing had happened."

"The wave of time began to spread across the battlefield. The steps of the Northern Alliance soldiers faltered, their attacks lost precision, and even their voices sounded quieter than they should have."

"They did not know that the Southern Alliance had played their trump card. They were what the enemies had feared. They were long-separated relatives of the Akatara, and they did not come with their own intentions. They did not know who to fight, nor did they understand who deserved to win or lose. The only thing they knew was the command: destroy the enemy who has destroyed your homeland. There was no mercy in their eyes, no vengeance, only the mechanical emptiness of something that had been caged for too long and then released uncontrollably."

"Turquoise Akatara had returned with the Dala’s doctrine!"

"The Dala rose again, seizing the opportunity. Giant roots shot up from the earth, wrapping around the enemy's bodies in an impossible-to-escape grip. The Northern Alliance soldiers tried to fight back, but every effort they made took place in slow motion, almost pitiful."

"And then the execution began."

"Vines coiled around the bodies of the enemies, beginning to squeeze slowly, crushing their bones bit by bit. Some soldiers tried to scream, but their voices only came out in low, choked tones, as if their own throats were trapped in the destruction of time. One Ajina felt roots pierce his body, tearing from within, but the pain did not end quickly. He realized that his body had been severely injured, but his mind could still feel everything clearly. He wanted to die, but time held him back."

"After a long struggle, the Southern Alliance finally gained control of the battlefield. Turquoise Akatara had turned the tide with an unmatched power. The Ajina, who had once been confident in the strength of Green Akatara, now found themselves paralyzed under the control of time manipulated by Turquoise Akatara. Some still stood, but they were no more than living statues awaiting execution. Time itself bowed to them, allowing the Dala to execute their enemies in unimaginable agony. Amidst the sound of breaking bones and screams trapped in the slowing flow of time, victory seemed imminent for them."

"However, that victory was only a fleeting illusion."

"The sky above them rumbled. Strange lights gathered above the canopy of the forest, shining with an intensity that signaled something far more terrifying than an ordinary attack."

"Finally, they came to join the battle!"

"They were the Superhuman Faction."

"From the sky, they shot down like meteors thrown by the gods of war. The Superhuman warriors struck the ground with impossible speed. They merged with the elements—fire engulfed their bodies without burning, water flowed around them like a shield, wind carried them through the air, and the earth responded to their steps with shocks that tore the surface of the earth apart."

"They did not care for their own lives."

"They did not come to fight in a long war or conquer territory. They came to end everything with a single, unstoppable strike. A flash of lightning split the sky, and in an instant, a massive explosion hit the Southern Alliance's defense lines. Flames shot high, incinerating the remaining trees, while sharp gusts of wind cut down anyone in their path."

"In the midst of the chaos, something happened."

"The Turquoise Akatara, combining their powers, released the control over time."

"Like an invisible chain being broken, the time that had previously frozen now flowed again. The Ajina, who had been locked in a static dimension, suddenly regained control over their bodies. They did not wait for orders. With the instinct of warriors, they surged forward and attacked. In mere seconds, the war erupted once again, this time more brutal than ever before."

"Blood splattered through the air. The claws and fangs of the Ajina pierced the skin of their enemies, while the Southern Alliance forces fought to hold on to the victory they had almost grasped. The sound of clashing weapons filled the air, mingling with screams of pain and the roar of battle."

"And while they were all busy slaughtering one another, the Superhuman Faction began to move."

"The ground beneath them trembled violently, but no one noticed. They were too absorbed in the fight, too focused on the enemy before them. Until finally, a massive crack appeared in the earth."

"A gigantic square-shaped pit formed in an instant, swallowing entire armies from both sides into a deep hole. Those who fell tried to leap, clawing at the steep walls of the earth, but there was no way out."

"Then, several Superhumans using water, carried by Superhumans of wind, leapt into the pit, and in one motion, a vast wave of water followed."

"A torrential rain began to pour. But this was no ordinary rain. It was a sudden ocean that fell so quickly that before the soldiers could catch their breath, the pit was half-filled with water. Those who fell into it drowned without being able to react.”

"Some of them, with strong survival instincts, managed to grab onto the wet walls of the pit and began to climb. Their fingers gripped anything that could offer a hold, their bodies trembling between exhaustion and a fear that blinded them. Some managed to reach the edge of the pit, breathing a sigh of relief, only to be met by death descending from the sky."

"The Avian Ajina, who should have been able to escape by flying, fell into a more tragic destruction. Their wings, which should have been their freedom, were consumed by the flames created by the Superhuman element of fire. They tried to flap their burnt wings, but only smoke and ash remained from their bodies. Some fell and were immediately swallowed by the water, while others were burned in mid-air before their bodies could touch the surface."

"The Superhuman of wind, still floating in the air, did not allow anyone to escape."

"With a single motion, they swung their hands, and the wind howled fiercely—not just any wind, but a blast of force that struck like a giant hammer. The bodies that had just managed to survive were hurled back into the water, some crashing into the rocks at the bottom of the pit with the sickening sound of breaking bones, while others were swept away in the raging current."

"Around the pit, a great fire began to consume every corner of the remaining forest. The Superhumans of fire knelt, their bodies heating to the point of melting the earth beneath them. With what little strength they had left, they struck the ground with both hands. A giant wave of fire shot out in all directions, burning the trees that still stood, scorching the damp earth, and even consuming their own bodies in the final blaze. They did not try to save themselves—they were weapons, and this was their final purpose."

"Each Superhuman of fire fighting on land carried explosives strapped to their bodies, tubes of flammable liquid hidden within their armor, while bags of gunpowder hung from their belts, ready to explode and worsen the inferno that went beyond human limits. They not only sacrificed themselves, but also dragged the forest into destruction with them."

"When one of them fell, the explosives in their pouch ruptured, creating a wave of fire that spread so rapidly the trees seemed to transform into giant torches. Their body melted in the blaze they had created themselves, and in their final moments, their hand reached out, triggering the fuse on their belt. The next explosion shook the ground, forming a wall of fire that spread in all directions."

"One by one, they did the same. They ran into the remaining forest, making sure not a single tree was spared from the fiery rampage. They ripped open their bags of gunpowder, throwing them into the air before striking them with fiery blows, creating a rain of fire that burned everything it touched."

"The sound of massive trees crashing to the ground echoed, and roots that once clung tightly to the earth were now charred into ash. Thick black smoke rose into the sky, obscuring the stars, while below, the fire continued to devour life endlessly."

"They knew this was the end for them, but it was not just a regular death. It was total destruction, something they had chosen from the beginning."

"The rainforests that had once served as a fortress for the Dala and their allies now crumbled into a sea of fire, torn apart by sacrifices that resembled fury more than strategy. Nothing could stop it."

"Not all Superhumans were tasked with suicide missions."

"Some of them pulled away, their bodies lifted by the wind controlled by their comrades who still had the strength to escape. They soared through the smoke, leaving behind the forest now reduced to a sea of flames and pools of death. None of them looked back."

"Beneath them, the sounds faded. There were no more battle cries, only the crackling of the flames consuming everything and the ripples of water slowly swallowing those who could not fight back. The most shocking victory for the Superhumans turned out to be the impossible."

"What happened next is a story that might not be found in any history book, and only exists in the memory passed down by the Turquoise Akatara!"

"In the waterlogged pit filled with corpses, a Dala whose body was nearly torn apart by the fragments of war swam with the last of their strength. Their pale hand gripped the shoulder of a Turquoise Akatara who floated amidst the waves of blood and drifting body parts."

"‘Turn back your time!’ The Dala's voice was hoarse, nearly drowned by the rumbling of the still-churning water. Their fingers gripped tightly, as if by holding on harder, time itself could be forced to reverse.”

"But the Turquoise Akatara did not move. Their eyes, which should have radiated the light of power, appeared clouded, filled with exhaustion deeper than just running out of energy. They stared at the floating corpses around them. They had seen this before. Not just once, but perhaps thousands of times."

"‘It will always be the same,’ they whispered, their voice drowned in the sound of blood splashing and the water beginning to calm."

"The Dala shook their shoulder, their hand trembling between despair and rage. ‘We can change it!’"

"The eyes of the Turquoise Akatara slowly closed. ‘Let me die this time.’"

"Then, a wave of water gently swept over their bodies. The blood slowly darkened the surface, swallowing them both in emptiness."

"‘It doesn’t matter who I side with. It doesn’t matter how many brothers I’ve sacrificed to escape this nightmare. In the end, the result is always the same. Is there truly no other way but the extinction of our kind?’" The thoughts of the Turquoise Akatara trembled at the edge of despair, floating in the cold pool of the Superhumans’ brutality.

"As their consciousness began to fade, fragments of memories started to surface."

"The fragments came one by one, like cracks in a mirror reflecting the same fate: destruction. In one world, the earth crumbled into itself, becoming a black hole that devoured its history without a trace. In another, the land split apart, each region shifting to a different dimension, like a chunk of cheese that could no longer remain unified as one world."

"In another reality, those who sought immortality were trapped in a horrific cycle—continuously regenerating until they consumed themselves, leaving behind a silent world, filled with creatures who could never die, only tormented in their existence. There was also a reality where the earth flickered like an illusion, existing and vanishing in an instant, until it eventually disappeared entirely with nothing left to remember it."

"In one more possibility, the earth veered off its course, colliding with the sun and burning in a blaze of stars, merging with the fire that consumed its history. Meanwhile, in a different reality, souls lost their bodies, leaving the world as a wandering shadow without direction, a ghost planet that no longer had substance. And at the edge of possibility, in another corner of infinity, the earth unraveled, losing its structure, turning into a gas planet spinning in emptiness forever, formless, lifeless, without meaning."

"No matter how the path to the end unfolds, it always leads to one thing: the destruction of the planet. The Turquoise Akatara had seen it, countless times, in every possibility, in every reality. There was never salvation. There was never a world that survived. Only destruction, an unavoidable fate."

"What happens after that is never known, even to us, the time manipulators. There are timelines that seem faint, very secret, and we do not understand them. Every time the Turquoise ruler wanted to escape responsibility by dying, another force prevented it from happening. What I tell you now is one of the thousands of stories from the experience of exploring alternate realities. A story in which, in this timeline, deep in the tropical rainforest of Canovia, most of the Northern and Southern Alliances were conquered by the final assault of the Superhumans. Our ruler then woke up in a different place after the first day of Crancrse’s birth, and the descendants of Turquoise still exist in the future. But beyond that is a mystery, even to us."

"What follows is the story told by the Superhuman side."

"News of the defeat of the great war forces of the Northern and Southern Alliances was delivered by the leader of the Superhumans, a figure who had also been a prominent member of a family that had falsified their identity for centuries. A human family who discovered the Ajina Dala and allied with them. A family that taught the Superhumans the art of effective warfare, a family that, despite their superior intelligence, had never once used their elemental powers! And that family is the NAYA family! A family that still exists to this day."

"Their command was given, and the Superhumans immediately stormed to search for the remnants of the Northern and Southern Alliances who had not fought. The Superhumans had won the great war, and this left the remnants of their enemies desperate, pushing the remaining members of the Alliances into disarray. The Ajina of the Northern Alliance had run out of options to fight back. Until finally, the day they feared arrived!"

"The Ajina were forced to decide to commit genocide against the Magenta Akatara. The only option that had never been used as a method to deal with the Superhumans! The Green Akatara strongly opposed this decision, and inevitably, internal conflict erupted! Even to the point where the Green Akatara desperately released the Yellow Akatara and Orange Akatara from the underground prison, and all the effort of several decades was lost in an instant."

"The great war seemed destined to erupt, but the most shocking natural phenomenon of that time changed everything! The day the Ajina forced the genocide of the Magenta Akatara was also the final day for the Magenta Akatara itself. The Green Akatara, who believed the remnants of the radical Akatara would help them fight the Ajina, quickly realized how futile their reckless actions were."

"While others targeted the Magenta clan, only the Green clan assisted them. A conflict broke out at the Northern Alliance headquarters, with both the Green and Magenta clans cornered, and one of them was fated to meet their end! Too many forces aimed their weapons at them, and let’s not forget about the masks, which were the Akatara's weakness. This allowed the Ajina and Superhumans to truly dominate the situation!"

"The end was near."

"A radical Akatara raised his hand, and suddenly, a portal opened, swallowing the young Ruler of Magenta and a teenage Green Akatara. In an instant, without realizing it, they turned around, running straight toward their enemies."

"A green light suddenly radiated from the body of the Green Akatara with the Ruler of Magenta. This signified that the Ruler of Green Akatara, located elsewhere, had died. The burst of green energy sent everyone around the new Green Akatara’s ruler flying, including the Ruler of Magenta they had been protecting. The new Green Akatara was not prepared. Their body was still trapped in the ritual of inheritance."

"The young Ruler of Magenta was thrown far away, now unprotected."

"Another radical Akatara moved quickly, reaching out his hand, and in an instant, the legs and face of the Ruler of Magenta turned to stone. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t see."

"The Superhumans followed. The wind spiraled wildly, forming invisible blades that shredded the small body of the Magenta Ruler, cutting through her flesh mercilessly."

"The Ajina became the final executioner. His figure leaped high, his shadow casting over the helpless body of Magenta. In one brutal move, his claws pierced the young girl’s body. Her body fell to the ground, drenched in blood, becoming a symbol of destruction. Her face, still holding remnants of fear and pain, now fell into eternal silence. Her departure was swift and cruel, leaving behind an empty space that no one could ever fill."

"The Ruler of Green Akatara finally completed the ritual of inheritance. However, what stood before him was agonizing. The Magenta Akatara, the young girl he once protected, now lay lifeless. The cruelty of the world had taken her life in a single brutal strike. The small face of Magenta, unable to smile any longer, the hand open as if still asking for protection that would never come—everything was too painful to accept. The Ruler of Green Akatara stood still, his body stiff, as if the entire world had collapsed before him."

"In the final moments of Magenta's life, everything felt terrifying. Her small body lay on the ground, blood flowing freely from her punctured form, torn by countless strikes. Her breath grew weaker, her body trembling, and her once hopeful eyes now empty, like a candle that flickers out without a sound. Amidst the suffocating pain, Magenta Akatara fought to survive, but her last strength faded. Her final breath, so quiet, left her body slowly, leaving a world that never gave her the chance to grow."

"The Ruler of Green Akatara, witnessing all of this, could no longer contain his rage. Moved by a profound sense of loss, his body began to tremble. He raised his hand in anger, and his biological power began to manifest in unimaginable force. His body glowed with a terrifying green energy."

"With the fury flowing through every pore of his body, the Ruler of Green Akatara unleashed his extraordinary biological power. After completing the inheritance ritual, his body was filled with uncontrollable adrenaline—something granted only to rulers who have successfully completed the ritual. However, as usual, the user of this adrenaline is unaware of its presence. Ideally, the inheritance ritual should be done in an open space, allowing the ruler to perform it alone. But if the new ruler encounters other beings around them, they feel a strong impulse to dominate those beings. This mode gives a temporary power boost, ensuring that their strength remains unaffected by any laws, including the masks worn by their enemies."

"Other races perceive this adrenaline mode as a true reflection that the Akatara race could never coexist peacefully with others."

"With a sharp movement, the Ruler of Green Akatara released his biological energy into his surroundings, affecting those around him."

"The Radicals Akatara near him immediately felt its impact. Cancer spread rapidly, destroying their bodies from the inside out. They turned into suffering, lifeless husks, their skin darkened, and their organs shattered, unable to resist the destruction that came so quickly."

"The Ajina could not avoid the consequences either. Their fangs and teeth blackened and became brittle, their claws breaking one by one. Their bones bent and cracked, their bodies no longer able to move with the power they once had. Their physical prowess was shattered in an instant."

"And the Superhumans—muscles swelled, and blood vessels burst, causing blood to pour uncontrollably. Their bodies disintegrated as their vital organs failed, unable to endure much longer."

"Not long after the fury of the Green Akatara obliterated everything around him, his body collapsed. The adrenaline mode that had once strengthened him was now depleted, and he fell unconscious to the ground. But before his eyes closed, he could still see, from a distance, two figures arriving at the scene."

"The Rulers of Orange and Yellow Akatara had just arrived. They activated their powers, but as soon as they did, nature began to respond in a terrifying way. It was as though something immense was awakening."

"Across the world, the sky trembled with a rumble that shook every corner of the earth. The sky, once bright, turned dark as if enveloping the world in the deepest of night. The winds howled fiercely, whipping everything in its path. Earthquakes rattled the land, splitting it apart. Tsunamis surged with unimaginable force, crashing against unprepared shores. Lightning struck the surface, igniting blinding flashes and tearing through the sky."

"But this was not the result of Green Akatara's rampage. This event marked the birth of something far greater, something that would ultimately become the final method of controlling the world's destruction from the endless war between races."

"The surviving witnesses, still alive, felt a strange change. The scenery around them suddenly shifted, as though they had been transported to a realm unknown to them. The world around them seemed to thin, as if the sky and earth were separated by an invisible veil. Darkness enveloped everything, and a chilling cold seeped into their very souls."

"Then, they heard a whisper, echoing as if it came from the depths of eternity—a voice both infinite and mysterious. The whisper was soft, yet terrifying, reaching into their beings in a way words could not describe. Their hairs stood on end, as if something ancient and powerful was watching them."

"I am the truth long forgotten," the voice whispered, soft yet haunting, like the night wind whispering through the ruins of time. "You have crossed a line that should never have been crossed. Oh children of earth, you who inherit the wonders of my kin, now you will come to understand the destruction you have wrought."

The voice seemed to resonate from every corner of the world, yet it could never be captured by the eyes. It could only be felt deep within the heart.

"I have witnessed countless bloodshed. Your ambitions lead to destruction. You are trapped in a circle of hatred that will never end."

The entity fell silent for a moment, then continued with a deeper, more commanding tone, still wrapped in the elegance of terror.

"I am Cora, forgotten by time, now rise to judge. And you, children of earth, will feel the consequences of your sins. There will be no winners in your endless ambitions. I will curse you."

Every word spoken felt like an unavoidable weight.

"Every drop of blood you spill, regardless of the cause, will awaken ravenous, artificial creatures, ready to hunt you."

The whisper took hold even further, brimming with inevitable threats.

"Keep fighting, keep spilling blood. Let that blood erase your existence, one by one, until there is nothing left."

The whisper grew deeper, echoing across the world, an endless threat.

"In the end, the earth will become a beautiful home for beings more worthy than you."

The voice seemed to pierce directly into their souls, penetrating every layer of their existence.

"If this is not enough to force you to make peace, then you will meet the end you deserve. That end... and that end is in your hands."

Then, the whisper softened, yet still carried with it a terrifying power.

"It is not I who will judge you. Rather, it is you yourselves who hold that role."

"After a brief silence, the final whisper echoed again, deeper and more unsettling, as though coming from the heart of eternal darkness. 'You have turned paradise into hell. Accept my blessing in this new world. O children of earth.'"

After that, Cora never again appeared in the world.

The survivors found themselves in a world that seemed to return to normal, as if time itself had resumed its course. However, something strange was unfolding. In the sky, still shrouded by the storm’s darkness, a sudden flash of light pierced the gloom. This was followed by a phenomenon that defied explanation—black meteors, countless in number, streaked toward the earth at an unimaginable speed. The flashes of light from these meteors bathed the sky, casting a brilliant glow amid the dark clouds.

Before the meteors burned up in the atmosphere, they transformed in a way that was unnatural. The objects unraveled and became energy that shot toward the earth, racing through the narrowing atmosphere.

This energy merged with the blood pooling on the ground, the blood staining the bodies of the fallen, and quickly infiltrated the living survivors, creating an indescribable sensation.

A strange silence enveloped the world, but it was soon replaced by a far more terrifying sound—a hissing, as if something was being born for the first time on earth.

In the blood-soaked place, the blood began to coagulate and pulse with unnatural life. Across the surface of the earth, the blood that had spilled began to form something undefinable, as though drawn by an unseen force, evolving beyond natural boundaries.

The blood began to move on its own, flowing and gathering in great amounts. The thick, black liquid, born from a sea of blood, began to roll and grow into irregular shapes. Drop by drop, the flowing blood united into a large, dark form. The blood that continued to spill from the vast battlefield only increased, and with every drop, the creature evolved faster.

From this mass of liquid emerged the first shape— a humanoid figure made entirely of solidified blood. Its form was still unstable, shaped like a human but with no clear face, only dark, empty eye sockets that seemed to reflect the emptiness of this shattered world. The creature moved slowly, crawling and sneaking, as though searching for more sources of blood.

"But the amount of blood spilled from the war only grew, and with it, the cursed creature’s evolution accelerated. From one humanoid form, it split into many, each part of its body separating and moving with newfound strength. Its body grew larger, more dangerous, and increasingly uncontrollable. Every mass of blood that united formed part of it, from its arms to legs, which were now filled with veins that snaked into its form."

The empty eye sockets in its face seemed to move, giving the eerie impression that despite the absence of eyes, the creature could see everything. Its body hardened, solidified, and came closer to the shape of a perfect human form. Yet, the humanoid figure remained made of blood, almost like a living sculpture that continued to evolve without end, constantly connecting with more blood from the battlefield.

But this was not the end of its transformation. Every drop of blood spilled on the battlefield became sustenance for the creature, making it stronger. Each strike in the war sent more blood flowing, and with each drop, the creature's form grew wilder. It continued to change, evolving into something fiercer, more unstoppable. In its increasingly sophisticated shape, the creature began to move across the vast battlefield, seizing more blood, creating wild, deadly blood tentacles.

The survivors, once hopeful for victory, now faced a bitter reality far worse than they could have imagined. When the cursed creature emerged, it felt like a storm sweeping across the world. There was nowhere to escape, no hope for triumph. The creature’s humanoid form kept changing and evolving, seemingly unstoppable, moving faster than anything the survivors could react to.

Those who tried to endure found themselves trapped in fear as the creature’s form continued to merge with more blood. Its speed and agility shattered the morale of the fighters. Attacks that were once considered powerful now meant nothing at all.

"The Ajina fought with all their might, swinging their claws and fangs, hoping to wound the cursed creature. However, when their attacks reached the creature's body, they were meaningless. Its form shifted into liquid, merging with each strike, dodging every claw and fang that landed. The Ajina had no chance to retreat as the creature slid closer, biting with unimaginable strength. In an instant, the Ajina perished, their blood drained and absorbed into the cursed creature, further strengthening it."

The Superhumans, no less powerful, used their elemental abilities to strike, combining wind and fire in their attacks, but their efforts only struck empty air. The cursed creature transformed into gas, escaping the very attacks meant to destroy it. When the assault ended, the creature reappeared near them with unimaginable speed. It attacked, piercing its gaseous form into a Superhuman’s head, pulling the victim into its body. Within seconds, the solid form reemerged, crushing the Superhuman’s body in a horrific manner—ripping it in half, leaving a motionless body, beyond any hope of rescue."

The Orange Akatara attacked with great force, attempting to destroy the cursed creature’s material structure, but in an instant, the creature reformed, returning to its original form. It was as if time had been rewound, erasing all signs of damage. Every strike, every attempt to destroy it, only prolonged its eternal existence. Nothing could halt its relentless rebirth."

The Yellow Akatara, full of hope, opened dimensional portals in an attempt to escape, seeking refuge far from the devastation. But this world felt too small. There was no corner of the Earth untouched by the war, no place of safety. Wherever they hid, they encountered the battlefield that never ceased. All space and time were drenched in spilled blood, and the cursed creature, born from that blood, would never leave them."

"There was no place to escape. No future free from this curse. And that was what they had to face—the eternity of darkness enveloping the world, with no choice but to keep fighting, until nothing remained."

“With the cursed creatures now rampant, the world no longer knew hope. In the battlefield, amidst the ruins of cities and shattered bodies, the survivors stood frozen, silent in despair. These creatures, formed from the spilled blood, now ruled the world in unimaginable ways. They were destroyers, unbeatable predators who showed no mercy.”

“This was the judgment of the celestial beings, an elegant method to force the sinful beings to beg for forgiveness. But forgiveness would never come, for if anyone could forgive, it would only be themselves. The decision made by the world, torn apart by relentless war, had led them to a point with no way out.”

“This curse didn’t just haunt the present, it would leave its mark on a grim future. Every new soul born into the world would face the same eternal problem. This is what was offered by the Cora, to the children of the earth. A fate that cannot be avoided, a punishment without mercy. This is what is now etched in a dark history, waiting at the end of time.”

This is what we know as:

"Crancrse: The Heaven's Vengeance."