Because We're Super Elite

Fez lay motionless on the ground.

ZEF laughed—low, cruel, victorious. The sound echoed across the battlefield like a curse.

But then—BOOM.

A shockwave ripped through the air. it was The Destroyer Punch.

ZEF's grin faltered—just for a second—before a fist, burning with rage and raw energy, slammed into his side.

ZEF was hurled backward, crashing through the cracked earth, dust and debris exploding around him.

For the first time…he wasn't laughing.

And Zack—eyes burning—stood over Fez's body, fists clenched, silent.

ZEF coughed, stumbling to his feet, dust clinging to his coat. His eyes, wide with disbelief, locked onto Zack.

"H-How come…?" His voice cracked, no longer smooth.

"Impossible. My powers are invincible...""How did you touch my shadows?"

Zack didn't answer.

He stepped forward, slow and steady—his fists still glowing faintly with aftershock.

At the other side, Milenda's voice cut through the chaos:

"Fez! Fez, answer me—please!"

She dropped to her knees beside him, hands shaking as she reached out.

Fez! Fez! FEZ!! But there was no response. Only the ragged echo of her own plea.

Milenda's hands trembled as she held Fez's shoulders, her breath shaky. She hadn't even realized she was crying until a tear fell—soft, silent—and slipped through the torn fabric of his shirt.

It touched the wounds.... But Fez didn't move

Those tears weren't normal

From behind them—where Fez and Milenda lay—moved a figure, bloodied and barely breathing.

It was the Leader himself, Zack. His coat shredded, skin cut in dozens of shallow scratches, and each breath sounded ragged. Yet even as his knees buckled, his gaze never wavered from ZEF his strength drained, even as his body refused to move—

ZEF stepped forward, slow and deliberate—like the world had faded, and only this moment remained.Milenda barely had time to react.

His hand clamped around her head, tilting it upward with forceful mockery.He crouched slightly, eyes gleaming with cold amusement as he leaned in.

"You call yourself a hero?"His tone curled with disdain."I've waited all these years for this?"

Each word landed like a blow.Then, quieter—cutting deeper:

"Do you even remember me?" ZEF smiled against her.

That smile—that evil, twisted smile—struck her harder than any blow.

Her breath caught....Her eyes widened.

Memories she'd buried clawed back to the surface.

She could barely speak, but the words escaped, trembling with recognition:

"You... you're the one"

…You killed my mother" Her voice cracked."—and my little brother!"

"I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!!!"

—but before the words even finished echoing…

ZEF's fist was already moving Straight toward her Heart

She didn't have time to dodge.... Everything slowed—

This was it....

Everything slowed—

And then

A shock of movement.

Fez's body jerked upward like lightning surged through him.Eyes wide. Breath sharp.His hand shot out—grabbing Milenda and yanking her back—

Just before ZEF's fist could connect.

Fez twisted his body and threw Milenda toward the Leader.

Zack caught her, pulling her close with his last bit of strength, shielding her with arms barely steady.

Fez turned back toward ZEF.Blood streaked down his side. His breathing was ragged.But his eyes—locked on.

He looked at Zack. Didn't shout. Didn't waver.

"Please... take care of her."

Zack blinked. Just stared at the boy who had been seconds from death—who was dying—and yet stood there, wounded, a hole in his chest, and still spoke those words.

That alone made the Leader trust him.

Zack fled immediately, Milenda in his arms, Fez staggering behind,

Fez!" Milenda's voice cracked through the chaos as Zack sprinted by, carrying her to safety.

ZEF watched them go, lips curling into that cruel smile.

"So… you're both here? Together?"He let the words hang, then turned his gaze across the battlefield."I'll take care of them… after you."

Fez kept staring at ZEF, his gaze cold and deathly.

ZEF laughed softly, amusement twisting his features.

"What can a talking corpse accomplish?"

Fez's gaze didn't waver—cold, unblinking.

ZEF's lips curled into a smile as he reached out one hand, fingers twisting.

"What can a talking corpse accomplish?" he mused."Oh yeah… in this case, only one thing."

He lifted his fist high, the air around it pulsing with dark energy.

"Death."

ZEF's fist halted midair—something wasn't right.

"What? You still a—"

He didn't finish.

Fez—barely standing, trembling—tilted his head slightly and whispered through bloodied lips…

"Heroes, heroes, we fly in the sky…"His voice cracked, but the words were steady."We fight the villains, save the day…"

ZEF's eyes narrowed.Fez's hands rose—fists clenched—light gathering faintly.

"Heroes, heroes, with their glorious feat…"

ZEF stepped back.

Fez's voice was rising, more breath than voice now,"We do our duty…"

CRACK.

A punch landed—clean across ZEF's jaw.

Another.

Then another.

Each one timed with the rhythm, like the anthem had become a heartbeat.

"…because we're Super Elite!"

ZEF stumbled, eyes wide.

"How—are—you—still—able…?!"

ZEF staggered back a step, hand brushing his jaw.He felt something warm on his glove.

He looked down.

Blood.

"…W—what?"

His voice cracked.

He touched his mouth again.... something Red

ZEF's eyes went wide—wider than they ever had.

"BLOOD?"

For the first time, the arrogant mask slipped, For the first time, the monster looked…human.Stunned.... Disbelieving.

Impossible… He stared at Fez, chest heaving.

I've lived for centuries.I've murdered hundreds of heroes.I've broken entire legacies—whole nations.But this…this brat…?

His gaze flicked past Fez for a heartbeat—where Milenda had vanished into the distance.

…I knew it.I knew there was something suspicious about that girl.

"If I'd killed her back when she couldn't even count…"

His lips peeled into a thin, furious smile.

"…I wouldn't be standing here like this."

ZEF's knees almost hit the ground—but his pride locked them in place.Teeth bared. Breath ragged.

"I can't… I can't believe I'd lose…to a brat."

His voice sounded more like an animal's snarl than words.

Fez didn't hesitate... He shoved forward—one last, desperate punch rearing back.

ZEF's gaze dropped.To that wound.The ragged, impossible hole gaping through Fez's chest.

Something flickered in his eyes—disgust?Fascination?Or maybe a warped sense of ownership.

"…I made that hole…"

His voice was quiet.Almost…tender.He lifted his hand—slick with blood.

"…and I will fill it."

Before Fez could react, ZEF lunged—His entire body collapsing forward—and he poured himself into the wound.

Darkness surged like liquid shadow—spreading across Fez's ribs, sliding into the hollow spacelike dough forced into a broken mold.

For a second—the battlefield fell silent.Only the wet, unnatural sound of flesh and darkness merging.