The End in DC/MCU

Yan Sen, Aleksander and Luda entered the tunnel, Yan Sen made sure cover the tunnel with barrier so none of monsters could get out.

Since it was Dark Yan Sen held his hand out and ball of blue flame appeared on his palms and it floated infront of them. As they made there way inside.

The hives are immense, labyrinthine networks carved deep beneath the surface of the earth. These ancient colonies sprawl for miles underground, typically in remote, sunless regions, such as canyons, deserts, and mountains — places abandoned by humans after centuries of war.

They resemble massive cave ecosystems, blending natural geological formations with organic, grotesque architecture molded by the vampires themselves.

Tunnels twist and fork unpredictably like ant colonies, leading to chambers designated for nesting, feeding, or birthing new vampires.

Yan Sen, Aleksander, and Luda slipped into the tunnel. Before leading them any farther, Yan Sen paused at the mouth and summoned a shimmering barrier, sealing the entrance tight behind them. He wanted to be certain—nothing, not a monster or shadow, would be able to escape while they were inside.

The darkness ahead was absolute. Yan Sen extended his hand and conjured a sphere of blue flame in his palm. It hovered forward, bathing the stone walls in a ghostly glow. They moved together beneath its light, their footsteps echoing in the silence.

The hive sprawled beneath their feet, an immense, disorienting labyrinth carved deep in the earth. Ancient and sprawling, it stretched for miles—vast networks hidden in sunless places humans had long abandoned: canyons, deserts, the belly of forgotten mountains. Here, war had erased all traces of life except for what lingered below.

The corridors twisted and branched without pattern, like the tunnels of a giant ant colony. Massive chambers opened suddenly into view—spaces given over to nesting.

A sudden, scraping noise cut through the silence ahead. Yan Sen motioned for the others to stop. From the darkness of caves around them, shapes emerged—Upnir, the hive's soldier caste. They moved in uneven, predatory bursts, pale bodies almost bleached white from generations underground. Without eyes, ears, or nostrils, their faces looked eerily smooth, yet eerily human. Their skulls echoed a disturbing familiarity, as if something primate had long ago been twisted by the darkness below.

They bore only four teeth—two long fangs above, two below—protruding from their jaws.

Yan Sen's voice cut through the tense quiet. "These are just the soldiers," he warned. "The guardians will come soon."

Aleksander's answer was simple—a silent draw of Excalibur from his back. Yan Sen moved beside Luda, summoning a barrier spell that shimmered to life—a transparent blue cube, crisp-edged and sturdy, shielding her from harm.

"Heal and back up Aleksander," he instructed, his tone steady.

Luda nodded, understanding.

Aleksander gripped Excalibur with both hands. At his touch, the ancient engravings at the sword's base flared with a brilliant blue light. It pulsed in harmony with his eyes, lending him an intimidating presence in the dark. Atop the hilt, the decorative gem caught the glow, magnifying it in flashes across the stone.

Yan Sen conjured a ring of fireballs—brilliant orbs of pink, light blue, and deep indigo—spinning around his body in a protective halo. With a sharp gesture, he sent them flying at the advancing Upnir. Each orb struck its target with surgical precision. Upon impact, the Upnir erupted in silent blue fire, their pale forms reduced to drifting ash that swirled along the tunnel floor.

Aleksander charged forward, feet pounding the cavernous ground. With Excalibur's power surging through him, his senses sharpened—time seemed to slow. Each step landed with certainty; he wove between the Upnir with uncanny ease, the blade's silver-blue aura trailing after each slash. The engravings glowed brighter with every cut, the sword's luminance burning a path before him as Upnir fell under its edge, one after another.

Luda kept close behind the shield, her hands alive with flame. When clusters of Upnir tried to flank Aleksander, she shaped walls of fire between them—solid, living barriers that cornered the enemy. Where fire wasn't enough, she launched searing orbs, clearing a path and keeping Aleksander from being overwhelmed. For a moment, with blue and pink fire reflecting off the stone, and Excalibur blazing at the heart, the tunnel was less a battlefield and more a furnace of light and fury.

As the Guardians emerged from the darkness, their immense forms blocked nearly the entire tunnel. Despite their bulk, their movements were unnervingly swift, muscles rippling beneath sinewy, pale skin. The largest of them paused, nostrils flaring—though it had no eyes, it tracked Yan Sen and the others with uncanny precision, guided by senses sharper than any human's. It sniffed the confined air, head tilting as if triangulating unseen movements, and began advancing, undeterred by the narrowing corridors now beyond its reach.

Aleksander tensed, ready to step in, but Yan Sen signaled him back. "Stand down. I'll handle this one," Yan Sen said quietly.

Aleksander hesitated—duty and pride warring in his expression—but he finally nodded, keeping his grip ready on Excalibur and watching his master intently.

Yan Sen slowly extended both arms outward, revealing the Ten Rings—formidable iron bands encircling his forearms in two neat stacks of five. These weren't mere rings, but thick, metallic bracelets, each broad, weathered, and ancient-looking. Etched along their outer surfaces were intricate carvings—symbols that seemed to shift slightly under the flickering cave light, as if alive.

As Yan Sen focused, the rings began to hum. A radiant aura shimmered into existence around them—currents of blue, purple, and translucent energy rippled like waves across the surface of each ring. At the same time, faint lines of glowing energy snaked up his veins, threading through his forearms in shades of violet and steel-blue, pulsing in sync with his breath.

Yan Sen thrust his fist forward with a powerful motion.

The Ten Rings launched off his arms in a rapid, whip-like blur. They flew either in unison or staggered bursts, propelled by sheer force of will. Each one blazed with chromatic light, cutting through the air and leaving behind flickering trails like the wake of a comet. When they hit the Hive Guardian, the impact was explosive—one ring smashed into its torso, the next into its shoulder, and so on, striking with the speed and precision of guided missiles. The massive creature, despite its size, was thrown violently off its feet, slamming into the stone wall at the far end of the tunnel like a ragdoll.

Stone cracked, dust erupted, and parts of the ceiling trembled.

Before the noise had fully died down, the rings returned—reversing direction mid-air with frictionless, supernatural speed. One by one, they slid back into place around Yan Sen's forearms, locking in with soft metallic clicks that echoed in the still air.

Yan Sen's gaze sharpened as the remaining Guardians charged toward him, furious at the fall of their comrade. Calmly, he extended his arms once more, the formidable Ten Rings sliding into position around his forearms, thick iron bands etched with glowing, intricate carvings.

With a fierce motion, Yan Sen merged five of the rings into a thrumming energy chain, pulsing with vibrant blue, purple, and transparent light. The chain whipped through the air like a living whip, lashing out to ensnare a charging Guardian. The energy strands coiled tightly around the beast's neck, constricting with brutal force. Yan Sen yanked sharply, hurling the Guardian high into the cavernous air before slamming it down with earth-shaking impact against the stone floor.

Without pause, Yan Sen wove all ten rings together, extending the energy chain to its full length and increasing the intensity of its crackling power. The whip-like structure lashed out in sweeping arcs, striking multiple Guardians at once. The energy chain thundered through the air, each strike delivering explosive shockwaves strong enough to send the hulking creatures flying, crashing into walls and debris.

Just as Aleksander and Luda was facing Yan Sen fighting th Gurdians, a sudden tremor in the stone behind them made Aleksander's expression tighten. He pivoted instinctively—two more Guardians lunged from the shadows, one already mid-air.

Without hesitation, Aleksander summoned Morningstar.

The weapon unfurled with a metallic hiss, flowing from his hip like a serpent. The chain was long—far longer than a typical whip—each interlinked segment forged from black steel glinting dully in the faint light. The handle was solid and functional, wrapped in worn leather for a sure grip, its finish rugged and battle-worn.

At the whip's end swung the true terror: a heavy, mace-like head—the morning star itself. It was a knobby metal sphere, ringed with brutal flanges and spikes. Clearly crafted not just to strike, but to pulverize and tear apart whatever it touched.

As Aleksander channeled power into it, the Morningstar came alive.

A surge of blue-white energy coursed down the metal links. The entire whip ignited, glowing brilliantly like a sacred flame. The light carved into the gloom of the tunnels, casting flickering shadows and illuminating every detail of the charging beasts.

The first Guardian leapt—snarling, arms raised—just as Aleksander cracked the whip forward. The spiked head slammed into the creature's face with a crunch of bone and an explosive burst of aetheric fire. The Guardian's head snapped back violently, its body crashing hard into the wall.

In the same motion, Aleksander spun, the chain arcing around him in a bright, burning circle. The second Guardian barely had time to react before the glowing whip looped around its midsection. As soon as it made contact, the flames surged—divine fire erupted through the creature's skin, racing along its frame like wildfire.

The Guardian writhed for only a moment before it screamed—then collapsed into glowing ash, drifting away in the swirling heat.

Aleksander lowered the Morningstar, its magical flame fading to a dull glow even as smoke curled from its still-hot links. The spiked head hung at his side, dripping soot and energy. His voice was quiet, almost annoyed.

"Should've stayed away."

Luda took her place beside him again, offering nothing but a short nod.

While the last of Yan Sen's energy chain strikes sent Guardians tumbling through the air, Luda moved in, her hands already alight with flame.

She focused on the downed Guardian—its massive form twitching in the rubble but still alive, still dangerous. With a swift motion, she summoned a blaze at her fingertips and hurled a concentrated jet of fire across the tunnel. The flames roared to life, wrapping over the fallen creature like a living shroud.

The Guardian shrieked, its pale hide crackling under the heat. Luda didn't relent. She shaped the flame with practiced precision, feeding it in arcs that circled the beast, isolating it from the others, ensuring it couldn't rise again.

Within moments, the Guardian's shrieks were drowned by the roar of consuming fire. Its body blackened, then collapsed into a heap of ash and char—silent and unmoving.

Yan Sen brought his arms back to a neutral stance, his breathing calm, the glow in his veins slowly beginning to fade

As Aleksander and Luda moved closer, Yan Sen's eyes narrowed on a shadowed cave entrance. With a steady breath, he extended his arms and unleashed the Ten Rings, merging them into a crackling energy chain that shot forward and snaked into the darkness. The rings wrapped tightly around a massive figure lurking in the shadows.

From the grip of the glowing chain, the queen revealed herself—a large, pale red vampire with two sharp crests like bat ears framing her head. She possessed a vast flap of skin stretching from wrists to ankles, likely used for gliding through the tunnels, and her long, razor-sharp claws gleamed ominously in the dim light.

Yan Sen dragged her forward effortlessly, the energy chain humming with power. His voice was low, edged with wary respect. "Well, it seems the Queen came to us personally to make sure we don't have any trouble finding her."