Witchbound Villain: Infinite Loop

Burn was well aware that Morgan's holy magic was doing wonders, but he also knew she was on the fast track to a breakdown. And to top it off, she had basically turned herself into a ghostly cheerleader, hitching her essence to his.

Looks like she's not holding back either.

[Andrishtorin valdrasha var'sholari, del'sharthor vararindorin enelenar, val'shara virellan enelendir, val'ethar valrin shorarin des'thara!]

His body was in for some serious decay and meltdown, with the added bonus of a swift cell annihilation from the heat and radiation the minute she let go. A classic case of going down together. But hey, who's counting?

So what?

[Valirin voranori anir dorin, elderin voranorin del'ethorin relaral valrin, ver'ethorin anuvias des'thara…]

Her voice, oh her voice sounded like it came from the fourth dimension. Like it had a VIP pass from the cosmic realms, making this very plane of existence its own personal dance floor where even vibrations had feelings. It surrounded the space and moved—as if the vibration itself was alive and aware of him.

More than angelic, it was almost surreal. It was so dreamy, almost haunting in its perfection.

But now, finally, he would go on a full offense.

[Ridrendar anuvias relaral irindu, senor'alastorin vendrathor enulorin valrin, kalenryn vinashara dronedresh, arethorin drinvalan valanun'alorin, ver'ethorin virellan alinorin shardu…]

As her voice went from soothing to fiery with a side of extra sass, Burn could feel his power levels shooting through the roof. It wasn't just healing anymore; it was like a power-up for kicking butt. Forget holy magic, this was some next-level Vision magic stuff.

Her tune was like an alarm on all the enchantments that had been in slumber on his whole body, giving every bit of him a wakeup call from the inside out.

[Aah! Valarrin dorashta, anethin tormarin vinaren val, anuvias del'ethorin virellan irindu kala…]

BLAAAAAAAAAAAST!!

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!

“HAHAHAHAHAHAH!”

[Aah! Irivindeth alinaranen, enalenar shandu anethin vinaren valrin, varenraithorin valanun asthendu ren'relar…!]

"We can't... keep up," the weapon officer's pupils shook, his body completely tense. "The AI keeps reporting data overload, the safe output is less than 1%, and the mechanical arm..."

"I know. Pilots?" the tactical officer asked.

"We're being chased like crazy," the pilot answered. “It becomes harder to dodge his attacks the longer it goes.”

"Give me something!" the tactical officer yelled, but no one had the answer.

"Let’s execute that maneuver," the co-pilot suddenly proposed.

The tactical officer immediately turned to the navigator. The man looked back at him and nodded. Seeing the determination in his eyes, he finally asked, "Do we have all the conditions met?"

"Sir, yes, sir," the navigator answered.

"He can still chase us even with our ship’s invisibility cloaking technology. We must assume he will be able to counter it," the tactical officer said.

"But if we go faster..." the co-pilot mumbled.

“That means the artificial gravity and stabilizer inside the ship won't function properly,” the pilot pointed out. “We will experience approximately 25 G’s!”

The tactical officer sneered. "Well, buckle up."

BLAAAAAAAAST!!

BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAST! BLAST! BLAAAAAST!

Oh, dealing with an unstoppable, infinite-energy powerhouse of a weapon that scoffs at the concept of cooldowns was just a delightful walk in the park, Burn thought wryly.

Not to mention, right now, he felt like being up against a team of starship crew members who could probably navigate the galaxy blindfolded and still end up with a perfect parking spot at every alien spaceport.

And let's not forget the cherry on top—the AI, that brilliant digital sidekick making decisions smoother than a well-greased hyperdrive.

It was as if they had their very own virtual Picard whispering strategic secrets into their ears, making the whole chaotic situation feel like a fancy intergalactic chess match where every move was a checkmate waiting to happen.

Facing this powerhouse of a weapon was akin to trying to outwit a group of brainiacs at a pub quiz—except the stakes were way higher than just bragging rights over a pint.

It was a bit like walking into a space-age casino where the house always won, and the only way out was to bluff your way through with a poker face even a stone statue would envy.

Oh, the joy of being outnumbered and outgunned, yet still finding a sliver of hope in the seamless coordination of this ragtag team of misfits. Burn and Morgan was on their wits end—

It was like watching a cosmic ballet unfold before his eyes, with every move choreographed to perfection, pirouetting through the sky and dodging laser beams like they were cosmic raindrops. Except it was him.

Burn couldn't help but crack a smile in the face of such overwhelming odds. After all, when life throws you an absolute weapon with infinite power, you should at least respect it and fight it with everything you got.

“I think there’s something they’re going to try next. They’re edging to get out of this knot,” Burn said.

“Is that so?” Morgan asked, her voice echoing in his head. “Should I whip out another song? This one will be just perfect for your personal theme song.”

“Will you… be okay?”

“What do you mean? We’re going to die together. I am going to see the end of this fight.”

“I see. Then let’s end this at the end of your song.”

[Azorath! Vaelothor! Kel'duran! Vor'shak! Shendren! K'larathem! Venor!]

Burn was surprised when he heard the song. It was such a nostalgic one—

It was a war cry of a song.

[Zyth'garoth! Feran'dor! Kel'duran! Vor'shak! Shendren! K'larathem! Venor!]

The invisible spaceship dramatically decided to plunge from the sky. With its face upwards, it unleashed a flurry of attacks on Burn, utilizing not only the power of the White Dwarf but also the ship’s heavy-duty gun.

BLAAAAAAAAAAAST! BLAST! BLAST! BLAST!

Burn raised his eyebrows, saying, “A unique maneuver? Interesting.”

Seeing only four of its propulsion engines, it was obvious that the ship wasn’t meant or designed to be piloted like that. They were using some kind of technology to support their maneuver, making it look almost organic.

Now that they increased the unpredictability, there would be more chances for them to unleash White Dwarf’s full potential on land.

But…

“Are you not dizzy?” Burn muttered. The pressure must’ve been—hah! No matter how impressive their stabilization technology was, the artificial gravity inside that ship must be begging for them to stop right now. With this speed—

24 G’s… 26 G’s… 28 G’s…

Burn laughed. Yes! This should be it! “This is what a fight should be like!”

Finally, now they were piloting their ship manually, unleashing the ship’s maximum potential beyond what was programmed. It wasn't technology; it was them.

Sincerely.

[Kel'syth doranak valen'ytheth, vernothrax doranak ael'vun'dor—]

[Ael'drakul! Ael'drakul!]

"Then," Burn dismounted from the griffin and disappeared.

The tactical officer flinched. "He's countering us!"

[Vor'eth, naluk'ethar doran'eth elrok? Vora'rok!]

Two different objects in the sky were detected as their targets now. The griffin and Apex Two now moving individually—

"Is it the griffin or Apex Two, which one is the distraction?!" the weapon officer asked—

[Zyra'shak noraku'eth vora'yth! Dor'thaloth shendren vael!]

"The goddess—" the tactical officer's instinct took over. "Attack the goddess!"

BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAST!!

CRASH!

A sudden jolt ripped through the craft.

“What happened?!”

“One of our propulsion engines, sir!”

It was as if the universe was exacting swift retribution for their hubris. The impact sent shockwaves through the ship, causing their bodies to strain against the restraints of their seats.

The tactical officer commanded the AI to show him the damage to the ship, and he sneered. The camera found Apex Two, his face dark but smiling. With the language translation, they could decipher his mouthing from afar—

“I expected you to attack her,” Burn said. “But how dare you.”

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!

“We’re down, sir!”

[Azorath! Vaelothor! Kel'duran! Vor'shak! Shendren! K'larathem! Venor!]

Despite the attack hitting her squarely—the song continued!

Light dispersed as the giant crown of light spun faster. The goddess smiled, sending an immediate chill down their spines.

“Sir, we have only three propulsion engines left. This imbalance is fatal!” the co-pilot reported.

“Forget about balance! Increasing our imbalance will make us more unpredictable!” the tactical officer decided to take a risky gamble. “Run the algorithm! Pilots, let’s die. Prepare for 6% output, safe or not, in 10 seconds!”

[Eyliya'doroth resh'naeranye na'llethan, feral'dorak ardor'eth ael'kraethan, morathyr'sylph! Qithil'dor ael'sharath!]

Burn smiled. “Finally.”

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The first song is modelled after a very sad song I forgot and couldn't find the name, and this warcry of a song is modelled after a poem I made in highschool.