Adam : From a man to a God

*Atlas City* (Outside World)

In an old abandoned warehouse in the city, six women clad in matching black assassin attire stood in a circle, deep in discussion.

"Father gave you this order?" Zina asked, her voice skeptical.

A woman with black hair answered, the only one without a mask. Their red masks covered their mouths, noses, and chins, exposing only their eyes and foreheads. Each had a red sword at their waist.

"Yes. Are you questioning Father's order?" Felicity's tone was sharp.

"No," Zee responded, shaking her head.

"Then we should do this fast. Father doesn't like to be kept waiting," Yang urged.

"Indeed. You should leave immediately," Felicity commanded.

In an instant, five of the assassins scattered in different directions at high speed, leaving Felicity alone.

(Anna, we have to get her before the Black Dragons do), Felicity thought to herself.

*4 Hours Later*

The five assassins were sprinting through the forest in Mountaindale, but Zee was lagging behind.

"Zee, come on, keep up," Umbel called out.

"I'm trying. There's a reason I'm the lowest rank," Zee panted.

Yang fell back to match Zee's speed, running beside her.

"You're a little slower today," Yang noted.

"Maybe it's because I haven't run this long," Zee replied, breathless.

"Don't fall too far behind," Yang warned, before speeding up to rejoin the group.

As the others sped ahead, Zee watched them fade into the distance. Umbel, the fastest in the group, suddenly sensed something. She raised her left hand, clenched in a fist, signaling the others to stop. Their feet skidded to a halt.

"Why'd we stop?" Wanita questioned.

"Someone's here," Umbel replied, drawing her sword. The others followed suit, unsheathing their red swords.

Suddenly, five men in black clothing dropped from the trees above. Their black masks, made of cloth, covered their mouths and noses. Each had a number written on their clothes: 29, 27, 25, 24, and 30.

"The Black Dragons," Xanax whispered, her eyes wide.

"What are they doing here?" Wanita wondered aloud.

The man in front, numbered 24, grew sharp black claws from his fingers. Number 29's eyes glowed faint blue as his hand transformed into an ice spike. Number 27's fists ignited in flames. Rocks floated and orbited around Number 25, while a green vine emerged from Number 30's sleeve.

"They have different abilities," Umbel noted. "Only one of them is a Superior, same as in our group."

The Black Dragon assassins charged at the Daughters of Death. Number 24 sprinted towards Umbel at incredible speed, while the others targeted their respective opponents.

Number 27 launched fiery punches at Xanax, who dodged but felt the heat burning her face.

(Damn... He's not giving me a chance to use my sword. I have to find an opening), Xanax thought, jumping back and swinging her sword upward to slash at her opponent's arm. He stepped back, narrowly avoiding the blade.

Meanwhile, Umbel faced Numbers 24 and 29. "How did you know we were headed this way?" she demanded, breath heavy as she held her sword.

"I don't need to answer you," Number 24 retorted, lunging at her with his claws. Umbel backed away, but his claw grazed her arm. He leaped forward, aiming to pierce her chest, but Umbel's sword intercepted, severing his hand. He screamed in pain, blood spurting, and Umbel delivered a spinning kick to his gut, sending him airborne.

As Umbel moved to finish him off, a vine struck her face, knocking her down. She looked up to see Number 30 wielding the vine.

"Get up," he taunted, swinging the vine like a whip. His ally, Number 24, slowly rose, his arm regenerating. Number 30 lashed out with the vine again, but Umbel dodged. She felt her scar healing as she assessed her opponents.

"So it's a nature type and a beast type," she thought. Sensing danger, she blocked three ice crystals with her sword.

"I've got you," Wanita shouted, leaping to strike Number 29. He dodged, but her sword cut his shoulder. Wanita smirked. "You should focus on your opponent."

Umbel turned, only to be punched by Number 24, sending her flying with a bloody nose. Number 30's vine wrapped around her foot, yanking her back. He clenched his fists, veins bulging, and struck her gut, sending her crashing into a tree.

"Umbel!" Yang shouted, her voice filled with desperation as she dodged a rock hurled by Number 25.

"Lets help the others," Number 24 said, glancing at Number 30. But Number 30's surprise was evident.

"What's wrong?" Number 24 asked, following his gaze. He was equally shocked to see Umbel standing, her mask gone and her eyes filled with determination. Though hurt, she wasn't finished.

Number 30 swung his vine with fury, but Umbel caught it mid-air. Her body trembled as fangs began to sprout from her teeth, muscles bulging with newfound strength. "Nghaa!" she roared, yanking the vine with immense force, pulling Number 30 towards her. With a swift and brutal motion, she drove her fist into his chest, her hand piercing through. The man gasped, blood spurting from his mouth before his lifeless body fell to the ground.

"You're a beast type too," Number 24 growled, staring at his fallen ally. Umbel's expression was cold, her blood-drenched hand steady.

With a snarl, Number 24 dashed towards Umbel, claws poised to strike. She dodged, countering with a powerful punch that he narrowly evaded. Meanwhile, Wanita was locked in a deadly struggle with Number 29. He aimed to stab her with his ice-formed hand, but she blocked with her sword, which shattered upon impact. The ice pierced her chest, spreading its freezing touch.

"My body won't heal if it's frozen," she groaned, gripping his arm. Summoning her last reserves of strength, Wanita drove the broken sword hilt into his eye. He screamed, trying to pull away, but she pushed the blade deeper, killing him instantly. Both bodies collapsed to the ground, Wanita sighing in relief as she succumbed to death.

Xanax, witnessing her ally's fall, turned with renewed rage to face her opponent. Number 27 formed a fireball between his hands, launching it at her. She leaped aside, but the blast caught her side, sending her sprawling. Pain seared through her as memories of training flashed in her mind.

She remembered running through the forest, a woman with long red hair and a red mask lecturing her. "What did I tell you about revealing your ability immediately?" the woman had scolded. "Especially against a flame power holder. It's your biggest weakness."

The memory galvanized Xanax. As Number 27 closed in, she raised her hand. Roots erupted from the ground, impaling him before he could react. His fireball vanished as he choked on blood, collapsing lifelessly.

Xanax fell, her strength spent. Four combatants still fought, and Zee had yet to arrive.

Umbel, now fully unleashed, engaged in a fierce duel with Number 24. Their movements were blurs, each strike and counter a testament to their skills. Umbel used her enhanced strength to her advantage, but Number 24's agility kept him just out of reach.

Yang, meanwhile, faced off against Number 25, dodging and weaving through a barrage of flying rocks. She moved with grace, each step calculated. "You won't win," she declared, her voice steady.

Number 25 smirked. "We'll see about that."

At that moment, Zee burst onto the scene, her eyes wide with the chaos before her. She took in the fallen bodies, the fierce battles still raging, and felt a surge of determination. She might be the lowest rank, but she wasn't going to let her allies fall.

"Yang, I'm here!" Zee shouted, drawing her sword and charging at Number 25. Together, they attacked in unison, their coordinated strikes overwhelming him. He stumbled, a rock narrowly missing his head as he tried to retaliate. Yang's sword slashed across his chest, and Zee followed with a decisive stab, ending his life.

Umbel and Number 24's fight reached a fever pitch. With a roar, Umbel caught his claw mid-swipe, twisting it violently. Bones cracked, and she delivered a crushing blow that sent him crashing to the ground. He tried to rise, but Umbel was relentless. In a final, brutal attack, she ended his life, standing over him victorious.

The forest was eerily silent, the battle over. The surviving Daughters of Death regrouped, their breaths heavy, bodies battered but unbroken.

"We did it," Zee whispered, looking around at her comrades.

"Yes, but at a cost," Yang said, her voice somber as she glanced at the fallen.

Umbel, still in her beast form, nodded. "We need to move. More could come."

Together, they carried their fallen allies and started making their way back, the weight of their victory heavy on their shoulders.