Chapter 72: Reformation of Chaos
Amidst the debris and chaos of the battlefield, Agent 66 staggered to his feet. His once multiplicitous masked hats began to twirl, their motion blurring into a frenzy. In a moment of surreal stillness, the masks converged into a single, massive die, its spots ominously visible as it spun above his head. With a grotesque gesture of surrender to transformation, Agent 66 opened his mouth wide, swallowing the die whole.
As the die disappeared, a profound silence fell over the battlefield. Then, without warning, the transformation began. Agent 66's body convulsed violently, his form breaking apart piece by piece as if decomposing before their eyes. What emerged from the chaos was a figure both majestic and terrifying. A towering entity, shrouded in a long, flowing robe that cascaded to the ground like liquid amber. From his shoulders sprouted an intricate array of chained dice, each link clinking with metallic finality as they hovered ominously around him.
The new form of Agent 66 was a surreal sight. His head, now a large die itself, was marked by black spots that seemed to shift with his every movement, reflecting the capricious nature of chance itself. The chains connected to his die-head extended outward, each end tethered to smaller dice that danced in the air like marionettes controlled by an unseen puppeteer.
Without a word, Agent 66 unleashed his newly formed power. The chained dice shot forward with incredible speed, defying the very laws of nature. The first die hurled towards Jin, who instinctively raised his sword to deflect it. The impact was tremendous, sending shockwaves through the ground. As the die made contact, Jin felt his energy sap away, a staggering 50% reduction in his reserves instantaneously.
Before Jin could recover, a second die followed the trajectory of the first. This time, Jin managed to redirect it, but not without consequence. The moment it veered off its intended path, it exploded in a burst of flames reminiscent of the masked explosions from before.
Jin stumbled back, his vision blurring. The attacks were relentless and brutally efficient. He tried to activate his Sight, but the speed of the attacks left him grappling in vain. Even with his ability to foresee movements, the rapid succession and overwhelming force of the dice left him defenseless.
Seiji, watching from a distance behind the barrier, turned to Urashima. His voice was tense, a rare edge of concern threading through his words. "These attacks… they're not just powerful. They're designed to suppress his abilities, to keep him from leveraging his Sight effectively."
Urashima clenched his fists, his brow furrowed as he watched Jin struggle. "Is there anything we can do from here?" he asked, desperation creeping into his tone.
Seiji shook his head, his gaze never leaving Jin. "Not while this barrier holds us. He's on his own out there."
The battlefield echoed with the clink of chains and the thud of dice rolling towards their target. Jin braced himself, his every sense heightened as he prepared for the next onslaught.
Let's adjust that to correctly reflect Shenlog initiating the conversation about his ability and Jingwei's insights:
Chapter 54: Reformation of Chaos (Continuation)
As the dragon soared through the turbulent skies, Shenlog broke the tense silence. "Jingwei," he began, his voice carrying over the rush of the wind, "I know you have the ability to see past events, the fragments of things recently passed. You investigated the event at the Pit. What happened? What is it with that boy, Jin?"
Jingwei adjusted his stance on the dragon's back, bracing himself against the powerful gusts. "When I traced back to that day," he replied, his voice laced with confusion and concern, "it wasn't the boy who was fighting. He looked… possessed, completely overtaken. It was as if a demon was in control, suggesting that the boy holds something dangerous inside of him."
Shenlog's expression darkened, his jaw tightening. A low hum emanated from his throat, a sound of deep contemplation mixed with growing apprehension. "A demon, you say?" he mused aloud, his tone grave.
Before Jingwei could respond, a distant explosion shattered the brief calm. A massive boom resonated through the skies, sending shockwaves that buffeted the dragon. Debris hurled upwards from the ground below, dotting the sky with dark specks.
"I knew it," Shenlog muttered, more to himself than to Jingwei. "Something was wrong from the start."
With a sharp command, he urged the dragon downward. The creature responded with a powerful beat of its wings, propelling them forward with increased urgency. As they descended, the landscape below grew more distinct—a tableau of chaos and destruction that painted a grim picture of the battlefield.
The dragon roared, its voice echoing across the open sky as it dove towards the heart of the turmoil. Shenlog leaned forward, his eyes scanning the ground for signs of Jin and the source of the explosion. The wind howled around them, a wild symphony that seemed to underscore the severity of their mission.
As they approached the epicenter of the disturbance, Shenlog spotted the figures below—Jin, standing resolute amidst the chaos, and Agent 66, his new form a sinister silhouette against the backdrop of devastation.
"Prepare yourself," Shenlog called back to Jingwei, his voice loud and clear above the roar of the dragon and the chaos below. "We're going in."
The dragon's wings clapped loudly, a thunderous sound that matched the intensity of their descent. With every beat, they cut through the air, closing the distance to the ground with daunting speed.
As they neared, the dragon pulled up sharply, leveling out just above the battlefield. The ground rushed up to meet them, a blur of motion and color that soon clarified into the stark reality of war.
Shenlog dismounted swiftly, his movements practiced and precise. Jingwei followed, albeit with less grace, his body still adjusting to the abrupt change in momentum.
The dragon hovered nearby, its massive wings creating gusts that stirred the debris, adding to the chaotic atmosphere that enveloped them.
Shenlog turned to Jingwei, his voice firm. "Stay alert. This is no ordinary fight. We need to understand what we're dealing with—and quickly."
Jingwei nodded, his expression set in a grim line as he surveyed the scene before them.
Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone