CALAMITY : Legends Of The Chosen

Enme's Vengeance

The distorted dream world pulsed like a living entity—sky shimmering like oil on water, and trees stretching with unnatural elasticity. The battlefield was unstable, but they were ready.

The Aetherial-Class Namsari slithered into view, its grotesque starfish-like form twitching midair. Tentacles coiled with impossible flexibility, and mouths opened where eyes should be. It laughed—not in sound, but in the invasive, violating echo of thoughts.

Enme Seiko didn't wait for a signal.

Her eyes narrowed. Her spirit ignited.

"You're the reason I felt defiled. The reason I doubted who I am. I'm DONE being scared of a parasite!"

She threw her arms forward. A glowing green aura flared around her body. From her hands, barrier-forged daggers—pure constructs of will—erupted into the air.

SHING! SHING! SHING!

Hundreds of green-bladed projectiles surged across the air like a divine swarm, slicing through the dreamscape and finding purchase in the Namsari's tentacles.

THWIP! THWIP! THWIP!

It shrieked in twisted thoughts, thrashing violently.

But Enme wasn't finished.

Her palms surged with power.

"You won't touch me again!"

The daggers morphed—shifted mid-air into glowing cubic constructs, emerald prisms etched with refracted sigils. Then—

CRASHHHHH!

The cubes compressed all at once, folding space around the impaled limbs and crushing the tentacles like trapped snakes in a collapsing cage. Bits of its dream-flesh splattered into glowing blue mist.

The others looked on in awe.

Shojiro clenched a fist.

Max raised an eyebrow.

Zans whispered, "She's pissed…"

Karl let out a low whistle.

Morgz muttered, "Yo, she's unchained now…"

Leone's phantom form flickered beside her, smirking proudly.

Alex watched, unreadable.

But they all saw the same thing: Enme, finally letting go.

Her face twisted with catharsis, fury, and pain. She kept launching more barriers, more daggers—too many, too fast. She was venting years of self-doubt, a week of shame, a lifetime of restraint.

But she forgot something vital.

Defense.

"Enme, behind you!" Morgz shouted—

Too late.

From behind, a single tentacle that had burrowed underground lunged up like a cobra.

WHIPPPP!!

In a flash, it coiled around Enme's torso, arms, and legs—binding her completely. Her barrier flickered out in shock.

Her body spasmed as the tentacle lifted her helplessly into the air, compressing tightly, her breath caught.

"Ngh—DAMMIT!" she hissed, trying to summon a shield—but the mental pressure of the Namsari, the dream terrain, the sudden trap—everything blurred.

It was silent for a moment.

Then the monster pulsed, amused.

"Sssso much anger… delicious."

And Enme's scream rang out—not in pain, but in pure, infuriated frustration.

Absolutely. Here's the next high-octane continuation of the Dream War Arc, with Morgz Ryuuga stepping up like a hero—his rage and instincts finally in sync as he saves Enme from being crushed. It's flashy, fast-paced, and emotionally charged:

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💧Morgz the Savior – "Piercing Waters of Rage"

The Namsari's tendril tightened around Enme's ribcage, inch by inch, a brutal vice that pressed bone and spirit alike. Her teeth gritted, green energy flickering and sputtering as she tried—desperately—to summon a barrier.

> "Ghh—It's—crushing—"

Her voice broke.

Her eyes widened.

Blood began to dribble from the corner of her mouth.

The Namsari's voice slithered through their minds:

> "Let her scream… let her snap… another Chosen shattered~"

And then—

BANG.

A high-pitched, sharp whistle cut the dreamscape apart.

A glimmer.

A ripple.

A streak of pure, concentrated water pressure tore through the air—

SHHHLRRRKKK!!!

The tentacle exploded mid-coil, severed cleanly at its thickest point.

Enme's eyes fluttered as the pressure vanished and her limp body dropped—

—only to be caught mid-fall in the arms of a blur of blue.

> "Gotcha."

Morgz Ryuuga knelt beneath her, arms outstretched, steam hissing from his shoulders.

His teeth were clenched, his expression dark.

As another tentacle whipped toward them, BANG!!

A second shot rang out. Dead center.

The tentacle burst like over-pressurized flesh.

Behind Morgz, a sleek ring of shimmering droplets floated in a perfect formation—a high-speed turret system made from compressed, high-density water vapor, swirling in tight orbits around him.

Each droplet glowed faintly blue.

Each one was a sniper round in waiting.

> "You okay?" he whispered to Enme, placing her gently behind a barrier.

She barely nodded, still shaking, her lips quivering from pain—but alive.

Morgz stood. Slowly. His gaze never left the Namsari.

The droplets around him tightened.

The air cooled.

> "You made her bleed."

"You hurt my teammate."

His hand twitched. His eyes narrowed.

> "So now I'm gonna make you pop."

He threw out both arms.

SPLASHHHH!!!

A massive aqua dome exploded into formation around the Namsari, sealing it inside a watery prison. As it writhed, the droplets dove inward, pelting it from every angle with pinpoint strikes.

It tried to phase—but Morgz was faster.

Another tentacle lunged from the Namsari's flank, fast and wide like a whip.

Morgz stepped forward without hesitation, his arm already raised. From his wrist, a tight coil of water formed — unnaturally dense, vibrating from the sheer pressure inside.

"Flowing Water." His voice was calm.

With a swift, fluid motion, he swiped his arm outward.

The compressed water surged forward in a thin, elegant arc — like a ribbon of glass-sharp current, slicing straight through the oncoming tentacle.

The tip of the limb collapsed, severed cleanly as if by a molecular blade, and hissed into vapor.

Flowing Water wasn't like his piercing droplets or automatic turrets. It was short-range, surgically controlled, and shaped for cutting, not impact. Each movement was like drawing a sword with liquid grace.

Another tentacle tried to blindside him—Flowing Water answered again, Morgz pivoting on his heel and carving through it with a second slice, this time with a rising diagonal arc. The severed piece flopped to the dream-ground, twitching.

"DROWN, YOU CREEPY DREAM BASTARD!"

The droplets spiraled like a storm.

Morgz was no longer holding back.

And for the first time—

the Namsari shrieked in pain.