"This isn't enough, Ryker!"
Gon's voice cut through the chaos, fists clenched tight.
"We need to find a way to end this—completely!"
Biscuit nodded, her tone calm but firm.
"If we don't erase the source of the darkness, this continent will never recover."
Ryker didn't respond immediately. Because something changed.
A black vortex tore open before them. From its depths came a low, echoing voice. Cold. Ancient.
"You think this is the end?"
"…this is only the beginning."
The pressure intensified. The vortex expanded — and something stepped out.
A giant. Towering. Its body was forged from dense black matter, radiating suffocating darkness. Its eyes burned crimson. Sharp. Absolute.
"You insects…"
"…dare challenge the ruler of the Dark Continent?"
The voice shook the entire space.
Killua's expression tightened.
"That's…"
"…the Abyssal Colossus—Tyrkel."
"I've heard of it. The origin of the Dark Continent itself… the one who commands all darkness."
Ryker felt it. The pressure was on a completely different level. His heartbeat accelerated. The energy inside him surged violently.
"Gon. Killua. Biscuit."
"This fight decides everything."
His voice steadied.
"We end this here."
Gon's eyes burned with resolve.
"We're not backing down."
Killua clenched his fists, lightning building rapidly.
"We go together."
Biscuit exhaled slowly.
"Stay coordinated. Don't lose formation."
Ryker stepped forward. He understood. This was not like before. Tyrkel was not just powerful. He was the source. The origin of all dark energy on the continent.
"Pathetic creatures."
Tyrkel raised his hand. A single motion — and it came down. A crushing force descended from above, enough to obliterate everything. The air collapsed. Space bent.
Ryker felt it slam into him like a mountain.
"Not enough…"
"We can't block this head-on!"
His voice dropped into a growl.
"Break his defense first!"
"Got it!"
Killua moved. A flash of lightning. He appeared at Tyrkel's flank, Godspeed activated to its limit. A lightning blade formed in his hand — and struck.
The attack barely grazed the giant's armor. No damage.
Tyrkel didn't even look. He swung his hand casually. The space twisted. Killua was hit. Sent flying like a broken bolt of light, crashing hard into the ground.
"Killua!"
Gon shouted.
Ryker's eyes flickered — but he forced himself to stay focused. Panic would kill them faster than Tyrkel.
Biscuit moved next. She stepped forward, aura surging. The ground split open — a massive Nen construct surged forth like a dragon, roaring as it lunged toward Tyrkel.
It didn't reach him. Tyrkel struck it down with a single motion. Gone.
Then — he brought his hand down again. The impact crushed Biscuit's attack completely. The shockwave slammed into her. Blood spilled from her lips as she was forced back.
The gap was absolute.
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