Fate/DC Universe

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While the clash of titans raged, Merlin turned his attention to The Pawn Desaad.

"Looks like your muscle has been vaporized," Merlin said, conjuring his golden blade. "Now it's just you and me."

Desaad sneered, though his expression betrayed unease. "You underestimate me, mage. I am no brute. I am the mind behind Darkseid's will."

"An over-glorified errand boy," Merlin quipped, lunging forward.

The two clashed in a flurry of light and shadow. Desaad's attacks were cunning, striking with precision to exploit Merlin's weaknesses. But the mage countered with deft illusions, creating a dozen copies of himself that attacked in unison.

Desaad growled as he dispelled the illusions, only to find Merlin's blade at his throat.

"It's over," Merlin said.

But Desaad laughed—a hollow, eerie sound. "No, magician. It's just beginning."

He raised his hand, and the air grew thick with a suffocating darkness. Desaad's form twisted and contorted, his flesh bubbling as he transformed. His once-gaunt frame grew monstrous, his features warping into a hideous visage of pure evil.

Merlin stepped back, his eyes narrowing. "What madness is this?"

Desaad's voice boomed, no longer human. "I am the final Pillar of the End. I am the shadow in every heart, the lie in every truth. I am the one prophesied in all ages of man."

The transformation completed, revealing a towering, grotesque figure cloaked in darkness and malevolence.

"I am the Anti-Christ," the being declared, his voice shaking the very fabric of Avalon. and that is how, the Pawn promoted to the Dark Queen

Merlin tightened his grip on his blade. "Well then," he muttered, "this just got interesting."

...

Lightray's feet barely touched the ground before a dark tendril lashed toward him. With a burst of golden light, he dodged to the side, but the tendril grazed his shoulder, draining more of his already waning strength.

"About time you finished Kalibak," Merlin called out, spinning his staff as he deflected a barrage of dark tendrils with shimmering torrents of golden energy. "I could use a little help dealing with... well, whatever this is."

Lightray staggered to his full height, blood dripping from his wounds. He smirked through the pain. "I thought I already took down the strongest one."

"You did," Merlin replied, his voice laced with frustration. "Until this damned bastard turned into... THAT!"

They turned toward Desaad, his body now a twisted, monstrous form. Black tendrils writhed from his back, his eyes glowing with malice, and his voice reverberated with an otherworldly echo.

"I am no longer Desaad!" he declared. "I am the herald of the end! I am the Anti-Christ!"

The very air around them seemed to grow heavy, suffused with a choking darkness. The ground beneath their feet cracked as tendrils spread across the ship's surface, draining its energy and destabilizing the vessel.

"I've lost Avalon's support," Lightray muttered, his golden aura flickering like a dying flame. "I'm weaker now, Merlin."

Merlin sidestepped another tendril, slashing it with his sword, which sparked uselessly against the dark appendage. "I'm aware," he said, his tone sharp. "But that was support—not something to be relied upon. Now stop sulking and fight!"

Lightray nodded, gritting his teeth as he summoned what remained of his strength. "For New Genesis!" he shouted, charging forward.

The battlefield became a chaotic blur of light and shadow. Merlin unleashed waves of golden energy, illuminating the ship's dark corridors as he used his magic to fend off tendrils and close the gap between himself and the Anti-Christ.

Lightray darted through the air, dodging tendrils that lashed out like whips. Each swing of his fists sent blasts of light toward the hulking figure, but the attacks dissipated upon contact.

"You cannot harm me," the Anti-Christ said with a chilling laugh. "Your light is but a flicker in the face of true darkness."

Merlin lunged, Excalibur's shimmering copy slicing through the air. He managed to sever one of the tendrils, but it regenerated instantly, striking him in the chest and sending him flying backward.

"Noted," Merlin groaned, coughing as he rose to his feet. "Plan B it is."

The battle raged on, the Anti-Christ seemingly invincible. His tendrils drained energy from every surface they touched, destabilizing the ship further. Alarms blared, and the vessel began to list, its systems failing.

"Merlin, the ship—" Lightray began, but Merlin cut him off.

"I know!" Merlin shouted, deflecting another tendril. "Get ready. We're going down!"

The Anti-Christ grinned, his monstrous visage illuminated by the flickering lights of the collapsing ship. "Fall, then! And let the Earth tremble under my power!"

The ship's engines failed completely, sending it hurtling toward the Earth. The trio fought on as the vessel crashed, the fiery descent lighting up the sky.

The crash left a massive crater, the remnants of the ship scattered across the landscape. Smoke and fire filled the air, the heat oppressive.

The Anti-Christ emerged from the wreckage unscathed, his tendrils spreading across the ground like veins of darkness.

Lightray and Merlin staggered to their feet, battered but alive.

"Looks like he's even stronger down here," Merlin muttered, his grip on Excalibur tightening.

"We don't stop," Lightray said firmly, his aura reigniting.

They launched another assault. Lightray's beams of light and Merlin's golden torrents converged on the Anti-Christ, but the attacks barely phased him.

"Your struggle is meaningless," the Anti-Christ intoned. "You fight a force beyond comprehension."

Tendrils lashed out, slamming into both Merlin and Lightray. Merlin managed to deflect one with his sword, but another struck him, draining his energy.

Lightray was caught mid-flight, a tendril wrapping around his leg and slamming him into the ground. He cried out as another pierced his side, pinning him in place.

"Lightray!" Merlin shouted, rushing to his companion's aid.

Lightray struggled against the tendrils, his body weakening with each passing second. "Merlin... get back!" he gasped.

"No!" Merlin yelled, his voice breaking.

With a surge of strength, Lightray broke free of the tendrils binding him. His aura flared brighter than ever, illuminating the battlefield.

"For New Genesis!" he cried, channeling the last embers of his light into a concentrated beam. The blast struck the Anti-Christ's face, and for the first time, the dark figure recoiled, roaring in pain as cracks formed across his visage.

However in retaliation the tendrils pierced into LightRay's heart, killing him instantly, the Last Embers of Solis, will be remembered as a heroic moment in history

Merlin knelt by the fallen Lightray, his hands trembling as he gazed at the monstrous figure of the Anti-Christ. The black tendrils writhed like serpents, emanating an oppressive darkness that seemed to drain even the faintest glimmer of hope.

Then, he saw it.

On the creature's forehead, amidst the swirling abyss of its form, a faint mark glowed—that was the place that Lightray's final burst of light hurt

Merlin's eyes narrowed. "A weak point..." he muttered.

The Anti-Christ roared, its tendrils striking out at the surrounding debris, reducing the battlefield to smoldering wreckage.

Merlin's resolve hardened. "Solis, your sacrifice will not be in vain," he said quietly.

Golden energy erupted around Merlin, encasing him in a radiant aura. With a flourish of his staff, he invoked the name of a weapon that had long rested in Avalon, untouched and unsullied.

"The sword that raised a king... the blade that carved hope into the hearts of men," he intoned. "Caliburn, I summon thee!"

A brilliant light pierced the heavens, and from it descended the legendary sword Caliburn. Its golden blade shimmered with an ethereal glow, radiating the promise of victory.

Merlin grasped the hilt, feeling its familiar weight. "Once, you were the light of Camelot. Today, you will guide us to hope once more."

Merlin advanced toward the towering monstrosity, the golden aura around him flaring as he prepared for the final gamble. Tendrils lashed out in every direction, aiming to impale or ensnare him, but Merlin moved like a tempest.

Each step was a masterstroke of agility and precision. Caliburn sliced through the tendrils, golden arcs of light severing the dark appendages. When one missed, another came for him, grazing his robes and leaving deep cuts on his arms and legs. Blood dripped, yet he pressed on.

The closer he got, the more ferocious the tendrils became. They swarmed him like a tide, forcing him into a deadly dance of dodges, parries, and ripostes.

The mark on the Anti-Christ's forehead pulsed ominously, shielded by a lattice of writhing darkness. Merlin gritted his teeth as he fought through the pain and exhaustion.

"For the sake of those who smiled...!" he shouted, slashing through another wave of tendrils.

The golden light of Caliburn intensified, illuminating the battlefield.

"Show me the direction of hope, Caliburn!"

A radiant beam of light erupted from the tip of the sword, burning through the tendrils as Merlin closed the final distance. One by one, they disintegrated in the face of the blade's holy power.

The Anti-Christ roared in fury. "DARKSEID'S WILL SHALL NEVER FALL! DARKNESS SHALL—"

Merlin didn't let him finish. With a final surge of strength, he drove Caliburn forward, the golden blade piercing the mark on the creature's forehead.

The light of Caliburn exploded outward, engulfing the battlefield in a blinding radiance. The Anti-Christ screamed, its monstrous form unraveling in a cascade of shadow and fire.

When the light faded, Desaad lay on the ground, his grotesque transformation undone. The sword Caliburn was still embedded in his forehead, its glow dimming.

Merlin collapsed onto his back, his breathing labored. He looked to the sky, now tinged with the faint hues of dawn.

"That was for the Hero of Light, Solis," he whispered, his voice trembling. "And that... was for Gaia."

He closed his eyes, exhaustion overtaking him. His lips curled into a faint smile as he spoke one last time.

"Now it's up to you, my King. It's up to you, Raiden."

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