Betrayal???

The underground facility was eerily silent. The air was thick with smoke and dust from the battle between Mri and Zero. The only sounds that remained were the faint flickering of broken lights and the slow, pained breaths of Mri.
Mri took slow, deliberate steps toward Zero's unconscious body. His body ached, bruised from the intense battle, but his aura still burned like a golden flame around him. His mind was filled with questions.
Why did Zero hesitate? What was stopping him from fighting with full force?
As he reached closer—
> SHHHHNK!


A cold piercing pain shot through Mri's back.
His body froze.
His breath hitched.
His eyes widened in shock as he slowly looked down.
A sharp, silver knife had been driven deep into his back, blood dripping down onto the cold, metallic floor.
A raspy, emotionless voice spoke behind him.
???: "You were careless, Mri."
Mri gritted his teeth, his hands trembling with pain, but he refused to let out a scream. His vision blurred for a second. The pain was unbearable, but he clenched his fists, forcing himself to stay standing.
> With sheer willpower, he turned his head slightly…


Behind him stood a mysterious figure, dressed in a black combat suit. A dark mask covered their face, hiding their identity.
Mri (through clenched teeth): "Who... the hell... are you?"
The masked figure twisted the knife deeper into his flesh.
???: "You shouldn't have come here, Mri."
Mri's aura flared violently, and with a surge of strength, he spun around, grabbing the figure's arm and ripping the knife out of his back in one swift motion.
Blood spilled onto the ground, but Mri didn't care. His rage burned stronger than his pain.
Mri (low, dangerous voice): "Big mistake."
The masked figure jumped back, assuming a defensive stance.
Mri clenched the blood-stained knife in his hand and threw it aside. His yellow aura intensified, swirling around him like a raging storm. His golden eyes locked onto the masked attacker.
> "Now you're dead."



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The Battle: Mri vs. The Masked Assassin
The fight exploded into action.
The masked figure rushed forward, throwing a series of lightning-fast punches. Mri dodged effortlessly, his eyes sharp and focused.
> SWOOSH! SWOOSH! BAM!


Mri sidestepped, grabbed the assassin's wrist, and slammed them onto the ground with brutal force.
The masked figure rolled and recovered quickly, but Mri was already on the attack.
He delivered a devastating knee strike, catching the attacker in the ribs. The masked figure staggered back, coughing violently.
Mri: "Too slow."
The masked figure suddenly lunged with inhuman speed, aiming for Mri's throat, but—
> BANG!

Mri's fist crashed into the assassin's face, sending them flying backward into the metal walls.
> CRASH!

The force of the impact dented the steel wall. The assassin collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily.
With a furious roar, Mri pummeled mercilessly. His fists were like hammers, breaking through every defense the Masked Assassin tried to put up.
> BAM! BAM! BAM!

Blood splattered the ground.
He reached down, gripping the mask tightly—
> RIP!
He pulled it off.
His eyes widened in shock.
> No... it can't be...

The face beneath the mask…
It was Aamon.

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The Breaking Point
Mri froze, his mind reeling.
Aamon—his childhood friend. The same Aamon he had once laughed with, played with, shared dreams with—was the one who stabbed him in the back.
Aamon lay there, blood dripping from his mouth, his face bruised. His eyes were filled with hatred, but also… something else. Regret?
Mri clenched his fists. His heart twisted in pain.
Mri (voice shaking): "Why, Aamon...? Why are you fighting against me?"
Aamon let out a weak chuckle, spitting blood onto the floor.
Aamon (hoarse voice): "Because... you never understood, Mri. You were always... in my way."
Mri's expression darkened. His aura flared. His body screamed in pain, but his emotions were worse than any wound.
> He let go.
This was betrayal. This was personal.
Aamon's body went limp. His eyes rolled back, and his breathing slowed.
> Aamon fell into a deep coma.
Mri stood over him, breathing heavily, his fists still clenched. His vision blurred, but this time it wasn't from pain.
It was from memories.

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Flashback: The Days of Innocence
The sound of childish laughter filled the air.
Mri and Aamon, two young kids, sat cross-legged on the floor in Mri's living room, watching anime on the TV.
Aamon (excitedly): "Mri! Look! That guy just powered up! He's glowing!"
Mri (grinning): "That's called 'aura power'! I bet I can do that too!"
Aamon laughed. "Yeah right! You can't even lift that couch!"
Mri pouted. "Watch me!"
He ran over to the couch and tried to lift it, his tiny arms struggling with all his might. Aamon burst into laughter.
They spent hours watching, playing, dreaming—promising that they would always stay together, no matter what.

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The scene shifted.
It was late evening. The two boys sat on the rooftop, looking at the stars.
Aamon (softly): "Hey Mri… do you ever wonder what we'll be in the future?"
Mri: "Yeah! I'm gonna be the strongest! And you'll be right there with me!"
Aamon smiled.
A moment of silence.
Then, Aamon whispered something so soft that Mri almost didn't hear it.
Aamon: "I hope we always stay friends, Mri. No matter what."

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Back to Reality
Mri stood there, staring at the unconscious Aamon.
Blood dripped from his hands. His chest ached—not from his wounds, but from his heart breaking.
> "We were supposed to stay friends, Aamon."

He took a deep breath, his golden aura dimming slightly.
Turning away, he left without another word.
The sound of sirens echoed in the distance. More enemies were coming.
But at that moment, Mri didn't care.
Because deep inside—
Something had broken forever.