Kapitel 60: Have You Had Your Fill ? (Gojo vs Nihilus )
Yavin 4, once a lush moon teeming with dense jungles and ancient ruins, now lay devastated under the weight of the battles that had unfolded. The vibrant greens and towering trees had been drained of life, their leaves withered and their trunks charred. The vast canopy that once sheltered countless creatures was now a barren wasteland, the ground cracked and dry as if it had been scorched by an unforgiving sun. The aftermath of Exar Kun's massive Force Drain was evident; the very essence of life seemed to have been siphoned away, leaving behind a desolate landscape that mirrored the ruin of the ancient Massassi temples.
The air hung heavy with ash, the remnants of Gojo's devastating Tsar Bomba explosion still lingering like a bitter memory. Blackened craters scarred the earth, each a silent testament to the overwhelming power that had been unleashed. The once vibrant fauna was now eerily silent, the only sounds being the occasional crumble of stone and the soft, mournful whistle of the wind through the dead branches. Yavin 4 had been stripped of its former beauty, now a grim stage set for the next act of Gojo's relentless quest.
Gojo stood amidst the wreckage, his expression a mix of amusement and calculation as he gazed upon the lifeless body of Exar Kun. With a casual gesture, he implanted a fragment of his power into Exar Kun's corpse, a flicker of blue light dancing around the form as the process of soul distribution took hold. Just as he had done with the other clones, Gojo prepared this body for his Auswählen—his divine selection and extraction.
His four-pupiled Rikugan eyes, glowing a fierce blue, turned towards the distant horizon where the outline of the Ravager ship could be seen near the ominous world of Malachor. A predatory grin spread across Gojo's face. "This is the one I've been waiting for," he murmured, his voice tinged with anticipation. "Draining against evolution… a perfect test."
Lifting the palm of his left hand, the eye embedded within it snapped open, revealing two pupils that gleamed with a sinister yellow light. He focused on the distant ship, his thoughts centered on Plagueis. "Adapt first, Plagueis," he said, as if addressing the Dark Lord directly. "Nihilus is not easy to wield, you know. But let's fight… Besides, you only have three left, right?"
Gojo's gaze pierced through the distance, his mind already plotting the next phase of his battle with the remnants of the Sith. He understood that the real challenge was not just in defeating his foes, but in mastering the complexities of their unique powers. Nihilus, with his insatiable hunger and boundless ability to drain life, presented a different kind of adversary—one that could not be easily overcome by sheer force alone.
"Three more," Gojo mused, his eyes narrowing as he relished the thought. "Three more chances to see who truly stands at the top." He flexed his fingers, feeling the familiar rush of power coursing through his veins. The eye in his palm blinked, its gaze locked onto the distant Ravager, ready to unleash the full force of Gojo's evolving arsenal.
Looking up to the sky, Gojo's voice rose, tauntingly clear against the desolate silence. "Three more clones, Plagueis. After that, your life ends permanently. Three more chances to live!" His voice echoed through the barren landscape, a declaration of dominance that carried to the far reaches of the scarred terrain.
As he prepared to confront the next clone, Gojo's smile widened. This was no longer just a battle for dominance; it was a test of the very limits of his abilities. And with each victory, with each adaptation, Gojo moved one step closer to becoming the ultimate force in the galaxy—a force that neither light nor dark could ever hope to rival.
Meanwhile, aboard the Ravager, a chilling silence filled the corridors as the ship drifted near the cursed world of Malachor. In a secluded chamber, Plagueis struggled within the shell of his latest vessel—Darth Nihilus. But Nihilus was no ordinary clone; he was a vortex of hunger, a being reduced to little more than a mask and a robe, driven by an insatiable craving to consume life itself.
Plagueis could feel the relentless pull of that hunger clawing at his very essence. There was no flesh, no bones, only the emptiness of the mask that housed the dark spirit. Every moment was a battle against the void, as Nihilus's nature threatened to engulf him entirely. The need to feed was overpowering, an unending demand that pounded against the walls of Plagueis's consciousness, threatening to drown him in an abyss of voracity.
"This… this is madness," Plagueis gasped, his voice echoing hollowly within the spectral confines of Nihilus's form. His connection to the Force was tenuous, frayed by the relentless hunger that gnawed at his being. "I need… to feed," he rasped, his voice wavering. The hunger was not merely a desire but an absolute necessity that threatened to consume his mind, his very existence unraveling at the edges.
But Plagueis was not one to surrender to the dark so easily. He called upon his mastery of midichlorian manipulation, the one discipline he had honed beyond all others. Focusing his will, he directed the midichlorians within him to stabilize the torrent of energy that defined Nihilus's existence. With each controlled breath, he forced the midichlorians to adapt, to act as a barrier against the consuming hunger, slowing its ravenous advance.
The mask of Nihilus glowed faintly, an eerie red that flickered with Plagueis's exertion. He tightened his control, weaving the midichlorians like a delicate thread to bind the chaotic essence within the mask, using it to anchor himself to reality. Sweat dripped from where his brow would have been, his efforts draining him with each passing second. But the manipulation of midichlorians granted him just enough control to maintain his presence, to keep Nihilus's destructive nature at bay.
Plagueis's voice was strained, each word a struggle against the overwhelming pull of Nihilus's nature. "I am… the master of life and death," he reminded himself, his voice trembling with the effort of keeping Nihilus's hunger in check. "I control the Force… not the other way around."
The midichlorians worked tirelessly within the hollow shell, stabilizing the swirling energies that composed Nihilus. They acted as a lifeline, threading through the chaotic maelstrom, connecting Plagueis's will to the malevolent spirit. He could feel the mask attempting to dominate, to draw all life into the endless void that was Nihilus, but Plagueis's expertise with midichlorians kept the tide at bay.
"For now… I hold the reins," Plagueis muttered, though the strain was clear in his voice. He knew that this control was temporary, that he was fighting a battle against time and the inherent nature of Nihilus. But for the moment, it was enough.
The hunger still clawed at him, but Plagueis's manipulation had forged a fragile equilibrium, allowing him to maintain his presence within the Sith specter's form. It was a delicate balance, and Plagueis was acutely aware that any lapse in his focus could mean his undoing. Yet, as long as his will remained ironclad, he could wield Nihilus's unparalleled power, if only for a short while.
He glanced toward the viewport, where the distant silhouette of Yavin 4 lay shrouded in the remnants of Gojo's destruction. "Three more chances," he echoed Gojo's taunt, his voice a mix of determination and desperation. "Three more lives before I am undone. But I will not falter. Not yet."
Plagueis tightened his grip on the essence of Nihilus, the mask glowing a foreboding red as he solidified his tenuous hold. The midichlorians coursed through the specter, a network of control that allowed Plagueis to keep the monstrous hunger in check, if only temporarily. He was a master of life and death, and though the struggle was immense, he would endure. For the dark side,and for the legacy of the Sith.
Plagueis turned his gaze toward Malachor V, a world steeped in darkness and drenched in the lingering shadows of countless Sith artifacts. The planet's surface was a twisted landscape of jagged rocks and treacherous ravines, littered with the relics of ancient battles and the remains of fallen warriors. Massive Sith temples, constructed from blackened stone and etched with crimson runes, rose like sinister monoliths against the backdrop of a perpetually stormy sky. The air was thick with the echoes of dark side energy, pulsing through the very fabric of the planet, as if the ground itself bled with the malice and rage of millennia of conflict.
Malachor V was a graveyard of Sith ambitions, a place where power and destruction intertwined in a perpetual cycle of decay and rebirth. Lightning cracked across the sky, illuminating the ominous spires that jutted out of the landscape like the broken bones of a colossal beast. The Force flowed through the planet in violent currents, dark and potent, capable of overwhelming the senses of any who dared to touch it. Ancient battlefields stretched as far as the eye could see, littered with the rusting remnants of war droids and the skeletal remains of those who perished in the cataclysmic struggles for dominance.
As Plagueis surveyed the desolate terrain, an idea sparked within his mind—a desperate, audacious plan that could turn the tide in his favor. His gaze lingered on the scattered Sith artifacts, each one a reservoir of forbidden knowledge and raw power. What if he could tap into that energy, drain it like Nihilus would drain a living being? What if he could harness the dark power of Malachor V itself?
"Why not drain all of Malachor V?" Plagueis mused aloud, the Nihilus mask's ominous red glow flickering in response. A wicked smile spread across his hidden face as he realized the potential of his plan. The dark side energies that saturated the planet, the very essence of the Sith, could be his for the taking. By feeding on the corrupted life force of the planet, Plagueis could bolster Nihilus's already terrifying power, transforming him into a force of destruction unrivaled in the galaxy.
Plagueis closed his eyes and focused on the Force, channeling his will through the midichlorians that now connected him to Nihilus's formidable abilities. The mask's red light flared, and Plagueis felt the familiar pull of hunger intensify, amplified by the vast, untapped reservoir of power that lay beneath Malachor V's surface.
Force Draining, an advanced and insidious technique that merged Force Drain and Force Sever into a singular, devastating power, became Plagueis's weapon of choice. This upgraded version of Force Drain severed the life force from the Force itself, and in Nihilus's case, it was channeled through his voice. When fully unleashed, the power could cleanse entire planets of life, causing cataclysmic side effects—volcanic eruptions, cities tumbling from earthquakes, and other apocalyptic phenomena. Even in its dormant state, Nihilus's mere presence and voice could weaken and overwhelm the wills of lesser beings, stripping them of their strength and resolve.
Plagueis stood on the bridge of the Ravager, his mind extending outward to the planet below. He could feel the pulse of ancient energies, the whispers of long-dead Sith echoing through the currents of the Force. With a deep, resonant breath, Plagueis began to speak, his voice low and guttural, infused with the twisted power of Nihilus's essence. The sound reverberated through the ship, shaking the very walls as it rippled across the surface of Malachor V.
The ground trembled as the Force Draining began, the planet's energies drawn upwards like a tide being pulled by an unseen moon. The skies above Malachor V darkened further, swirling with malevolent clouds as the volcanic activity below intensified. Red-hot fissures split the ground, and plumes of ash and smoke billowed into the air. Entire temples crumbled under the strain, their foundations unable to withstand the violent upheaval. The very core of Malachor V seemed to groan in agony as its life force was ripped away, feeding the insatiable hunger of the Sith Lord.
Plagueis felt the power surge through him, his connection to Nihilus growing stronger as the planet's essence flowed into his being. His grip on the mask tightened, the midichlorians within him working tirelessly to maintain control, to keep the destructive force from consuming him completely. But for now, he had achieved what he sought—a temporary mastery over Nihilus's formidable abilities, bolstered by the very heart of one of the most infamous Sith worlds.
"Feed," Plagueis growled, his voice resonating with dark satisfaction as the full might of Malachor V's energies coursed through him. The power was intoxicating, overwhelming, but it was also dangerous—a precarious balance that could tip into oblivion at any moment. Yet, for now, Plagueis stood firm, wielding the force of a thousand Sith legacies, prepared to face Gojo with the unparalleled might of Darth Nihilus at his command.
The drained and crumbling surface of Malachor V was a testament to the devastating power Plagueis had unleashed. The Sith Lord, now more potent than ever, was ready to use every ounce of that power to turn the tide in his favor, even if it meant tearing the very fabric of the Force asunder.
As Plagueis finished the Force Draining, he stood on the bridge of the Ravager, feeling the immense surge of dark power coursing through his ethereal form. The Nihilus mask glowed brighter, pulsing with the raw energy that had been siphoned from Malachor V. He took a moment to assess the full extent of his newfound strength, the magnitude of what he had just achieved reverberating through him like the aftershocks of a seismic event.
He clenched his spectral fists, the surge of power flowing through his being like a torrent. The hunger still gnawed at him, but now it was tempered by the vast reservoir of strength he had drawn from the planet below. Plagueis could feel his control solidifying, the midichlorians working tirelessly to stabilize the chaotic energies within.
"The temples… the artifacts… every ounce of Sith legacy on that cursed rock is now mine," Plagueis muttered, his voice echoing with a mix of triumph and strain. "The raw power of millennia-old hatred and ambition… it fuels me, strengthens me. The very essence of the dark side, refined through countless battles and sacrifices. This… this is the power of a thousand Sith Lords combined."
He took a deep, shuddering breath, feeling the weight of the energies he had absorbed. "My connection to Nihilus… it's no longer just a link. It's a conduit, a direct channel to the darkest depths of the Force. I can feel it… the power to sever life from the Force itself, to consume it utterly. Every whisper of Malachor's dark history is now my strength."
Plagueis paused, the mask's red glow flickering as he fought to maintain his grasp on the volatile force within him. "But it's more than just strength. The hunger… it's amplified, a raging storm that seeks to devour everything in its path. I've bolstered my control, but this is no simple power to wield. It's a balance on the edge of oblivion. One misstep, and I could be lost to it, consumed like all the others who dared to grasp at this forbidden might."
He looked down at his hands, the incorporeal forms flickering as if they were struggling to maintain their shape. "Yet, in this form… I am more than Nihilus. I am more than Plagueis. I am the culmination of the Sith's greatest powers, a nexus of life and death bound by my will. With each breath, I draw deeper from the well of the dark side. I am the hunger that transcends mortality, the force that will not be denied."
Plagueis's gaze shifted back to the viewport, his eyes narrowing as he thought of Gojo. "Three more lives, he said. Three more chances to prove who truly commands the Force. But with this power… with this terrible, magnificent power… I am no mere adversary to be toyed with. I am the void that consumes all. And Gojo… he will learn that not even the honored can escape the insatiable grasp of the dark side."
The drained and crumbling surface of Malachor V lay as a testament to the catastrophic power Plagueis now wielded. The air still crackled with residual energy, the planet's core still shuddering from the violent extraction. Plagueis had harnessed the very essence of a world steeped in Sith history, turning it into a weapon to wield against the ultimate threat.
Plagueis straightened, his form becoming more defined as the midichlorians solidified his control. "Gojo may wield the powers of gods, but I… I wield the power of the dark side itself. The hunger that will never be satisfied. The void that will consume even the brightest of lights. This is no longer a battle for survival. This is a battle to assert dominance over the very fabric of existence."
Suddenly, Plagueis heard a voice that cut through the silence like a blade. "Ahhh, indeed—a god versus the dark side," it mocked, echoing through the chamber with a tone that dripped with amusement and disdain. Plagueis's eyes snapped to the source, only to see a grand staircase materializing out of thin air, each step crafted with a precision that only Gojo's matter manipulation could achieve. The stairs descended elegantly, leading directly to the viewport where Plagueis stood, his form still flickering with the unstable energy of Nihilus's essence.
Gojo appeared at the top of the staircase, his silhouette framed by a soft, ethereal glow. He began his descent, each step deliberate and unhurried, as if he were casually strolling down a grand promenade rather than confronting one of the most dangerous Sith Lords in existence. His four-pupiled Rikugan eyes shone with a piercing blue light, scrutinizing Plagueis with a mix of curiosity and amusement.
"Very funny," Gojo continued, his voice carrying a lightness that belied the gravity of the confrontation. "All this power was given to you by the dark side, yet here you are, not grateful in the slightest. Instead, you continue to be a glutton, consuming entire planets to feed your insatiable hunger." Gojo's tone was almost mocking, as if he were scolding a child for a petty misdeed rather than confronting a Sith Lord who had just drained the very essence of Malachor V.
Plagueis's eyes narrowed behind the mask of Nihilus, the red glow intensifying as he regarded Gojo with a simmering fury. This man—no, this god wanabee had the gall to descend upon him so casually, to mock his efforts as though they were nothing more than trivial games. The staircase, the leisurely stroll, the condescending tone—it was all a deliberate display of Gojo's superiority, as if he were looking down on Plagueis from a throne high above the mortal realm.
Arrogant. The thought burned in Plagueis's mind, searing through the layers of his consciousness like a brand. This man dares to look down on me? To treat my power as if it were some sideshow spectacle? The rage bubbled up within him, a potent mix of indignation and the amplified hunger of Nihilus's essence. For all his cunning, for all his mastery over life and death, Plagueis felt the sting of being belittled in the face of Gojo's casual omnipotence.
He tightened his grip on the Force, the midichlorians within him thrumming with effort as they struggled to keep his form intact. Plagueis's thoughts raced, calculating, adapting—seeking any angle, any advantage that could turn the tide in his favor. This was not just a battle of raw power; it was a clash of egos, a contest to see whose will would dominate.
"You speak of gratitude, Gojo," Plagueis rasped, his voice tinged with the hollow echo of Nihilus's spectral presence. "But tell me, what god owes gratitude to his tools? The dark side is my weapon, my ally, my servant. It is I who bends it to my will, not the other way around." He stepped forward, his ethereal form stabilizing as he projected an aura of unyielding defiance.
"The dark side hungers, Gojo. It consumes all. And I am its chosen vessel." Plagueis's voice grew stronger, the Nihilus mask glowing with a baleful intensity. "You, who descend from the heavens like some self-proclaimed deity, are nothing but an obstacle in the path of true power. You may look down on me now, but know this: the void does not look up. It swallows everything, without exception."
Gojo's laughter rang out, echoing through the chamber with a mocking resonance that seemed to cut through Plagueis's bravado. "Pffft—AHAHAHAHAHA! You know something really funny, Plagueis? 'Void' is actually the name of my Domain Expansion." Gojo's grin widened, his tone dripping with condescension. "But from where I'm standing, it seems you're not even aiming for a blow against me anymore. So let me ask you this: does your dark side truly consider itself above me?"
Plagueis's fury ignited at Gojo's taunt, the red glow of Nihilus's mask intensifying as he felt the sting of Gojo's words. The arrogance, the sheer gall of this man—this so-called god—was unbearable. Plagueis's form shuddered, the unstable energies within him roiling like a tempest. In a fit of rage, he unleashed Force Draining upon Gojo, his voice seething with the dark promise of his ambitions. "The moment that orb—your Hogyoku—becomes mine," he growled, his voice distorted with the resonance of Nihilus's hunger, "I will transcend—beyond—"
But before he could finish, Plagueis's form convulsed violently. He doubled over, his ethereal body wracked with spasms as he coughed up dark, viscous substance from the depths of his mask. The substance splattered onto the floor, sizzling and hissing as if it were acid. Plagueis staggered, the Force Draining faltering, its grasp weakening before it could reach Gojo.
Gojo watched with detached amusement, tilting his head slightly as if observing a particularly interesting display. "That's why I asked," he continued calmly, his four-pupiled Rikugan eyes gleaming with superiority. "Does your dark side truly think it stands above my Cursed Energy? Because let me tell you, Plagueis, the dark side is nothing but a downgraded version of it."
Plagueis's anger flared anew, but his body betrayed him, still reeling from the backlash of his own power. He struggled to steady himself, the dark substance still dripping from his mask as the Force Draining continued to sputter out, unable to penetrate Gojo's formidable defenses. Every attempt to assert his power was met with the crushing realization that Gojo's presence eclipsed the dark side, rendering it feeble in comparison.
"You… insolent—" Plagueis rasped, his voice barely more than a strained whisper. He could feel the dark side within him recoiling, its once-absolute command faltering in the face of Gojo's undeniable might. For all his mastery, for all his cunning, Plagueis was being undone, not by raw power alone, but by the inherent inferiority of the dark energy he had so confidently wielded.
Gojo, still descending the grand staircase, shrugged nonchalantly. "Your dark side feeds on weakness, on fear, on desperation. But Cursed Energy? It thrives on the worst parts of the human condition, it doesn't just consume—it dominates, adapts, evolves. Your dark side hungers because it lacks substance. It's a hollow force, a shadow trying to keep pace with reality."
As Gojo finished speaking, his form flickered and, in an instant, he was standing directly in front of Plagueis. The sudden shift was disorienting, even for a being as powerful as the Sith Lord, who was used to bending reality to his will. Gojo's face was inches away from the Nihilus mask, his four-pupiled Rikugan eyes burning with a condescending light. He leaned in closer, a mocking smile spreading across his face, and spoke in a tone dripping with disdain. "What's it like, Plagueis? To think you're the master of all darkness, only to find out you're just a cheap knock-off?"
As Gojo's fist connected with Plagueis's mask, the impact erupted in a burst of Black Flash, a phenomenon that amplified the force of the strike by 2.5 times its normal intensity. The effect was immediate: black lightning crackled violently around the point of impact, radiating outwards in jagged arcs that tore through the air with a deafening roar. The energy didn't just strike; it lanced into Plagueis's spectral form, coursing through him like a river of raw, untamed power. The Black Flash amplified Gojo's punch to a level that seemed to rip the very fabric of reality around them, the air distorting with the sheer force of the blow.
The combined might of the Black Flash and Reverse Cursed Technique sent Plagueis reeling, his ethereal form twisting and contorting under the assault. The pain was unlike anything he had ever endured, a searing, visceral agony that tore at his essence with a brutal intensity. The Reverse Cursed Technique didn't just inflict pain—it inverted the nature of his being, forcing the dark energies that sustained him to grapple with an overwhelming force of creation and destruction simultaneously. Plagueis's scream was a raw, guttural sound, the kind that came from deep within, echoing with the anguish of a being who had spent a lifetime mastering control, now undone in an instant.
"You wretched…!" Plagueis gasped, his voice shuddering under the relentless assault. His form flickered, the mask of Nihilus glowing erratically as if struggling to maintain cohesion. For a Sith who had mastered the very art of bending life and death, this was a new kind of torment—a violation that transcended physical pain, striking at the core of his identity. The dark energies that had been his strength were now his chains, twisting painfully under the influence of Gojo's power.
Desperate to retaliate, Plagueis called forth Red Force Lightning, a devastating attack that erupted from his side like a serpent of crackling energy. The red lightning slashed through the air, each arc charged with the destructive fury that Plagueis had honed under the tutelage of his master. This wasn't just a lightning attack; it was an extension of Plagueis's malice, imbued with the very essence of his dark side mastery. The bolts twisted and snaked towards Gojo, aimed to incinerate not just his body, but his essence ( soul).
But just as the red lightning approached, it froze, halting in mid-air mere inches from Gojo's form. The bolts flickered, then dissipated as if swallowed by an invisible force. It was as if the lightning had simply ceased to exist, unable to breach the barrier that surrounded Gojo. Plagueis's eyes widened in disbelief, his frustration mounting into a palpable fury. "Your barrier… it's returning! How?! This isn't possible! After I sacrificed myself to sever it—"
Gojo stood unfazed, his expression one of detached amusement. The Black Flash still sparked around his fist, the aftereffects of the punch lingering in the air like ghostly remnants of power. His demeanor was almost nonchalant, as if the Sith Lord's desperate counterattacks were little more than minor annoyances. "Yeah," Gojo replied with a casual shrug, his voice laced with condescension. "Your little stunt affected me for, what… about two seconds when I fought Exar Kun? Not bad, I guess, but nowhere near enough."
As Gojo looked up towards the vast expanse of space, his eyes gleamed with a mix of arrogance and anticipation. He addressed the dark side of the Force itself, as if taunting an old adversary from a throne of unrivaled power.
"Oi, third-rate asshole," Gojo sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "You're about to lose another champion. What are you gonna do, huh?"
Plagueis, regaining some composure, sneered back, his voice carrying the cold, measured arrogance of a Sith Lord. "You dare mock the dark side as if it were a mere tool to be discarded? You—"
But before Plagueis could finish his retort, a sudden wave of oppressive energy surged through the Ravager, like a storm of dark intent crashing through the Force. The air thickened with a malevolent presence, and the ship shuddered as if gripped by an unseen hand. Gojo's expression shifted, a flicker of surprise crossing his usually composed features. Plagueis's Nihilus form convulsed violently, the connection to Nihilus warping and straining under the immense pressure of the dark side.
Before Gojo's eyes, Plagueis's spectral form destabilized, the essence of Nihilus fighting against the bindings Plagueis had imposed. The mask of Nihilus glowed fiercely, the once dim red now blazing with a fiery crimson that pulsed like a heartbeat. Plagueis, sensing the overwhelming force threatening to engulf him, initiated a swift essence transfer—a desperate bid to another clone, guided by the dark side's will.
As Plagueis's essence was whisked away to safety, Nihilus's true form re-emerged, his presence enhanced and solidified. The robes filled out, and the void where a body should be became a swirling mass of dark energy, bound together by pure malevolence. The true Darth Nihilus returned, his essence amplified by the dark side's raw power and the midichlorian manipulation that now fueled his being.
Nihilus stood, an imposing figure of void and darkness, his presence a tangible weight that threatened to consume everything around him. His voice echoed through the chamber, distorted and resonant, a haunting melody of emptiness:
"Vokren'thol... mael vor'keth... Nihilus rath'zaal... VOR'UTH!!!"
Translation: "Essence restored... the void awakened... Nihilus rises... TO DEVOUR!!!"
The words reverberated through the chamber, each syllable laced with the essence of his insatiable hunger. The air around him twisted, tendrils of darkness coiling and spiraling as the full might of his power was unleashed. His presence was like a black hole in the Force, drawing in the energy around him—light, sound, and even the essence of those near.
Gojo, for the first time, felt the weight of a true adversary. His four-pupiled Rikugan eyes, which had always pierced through every opponent with ease, now gazed into the abyss of Nihilus and saw a reflection of his own potential demise. A shiver ran through him, not of fear, but of pure exhilaration. This was no ordinary challenge—this was a fight worthy of his power.
A slow, appreciative smile spread across Gojo's face as he raised his gaze, meeting the unending void of Nihilus's mask. The echoes of the dark side resonated around them, as if the very Force itself was watching, eager to witness the clash of these titanic powers.
"Well, look at you," Gojo said, his voice calm but laced with excitement. "Finally, someone who can potentially kill me. I've been waiting for this." He tilted his head back slightly, his eyes shining with rare acknowledgment. "Thank you, dark side, for giving me a worthy opponent."
The void that was Nihilus responded with a deep, resonant sound—an echo of pure hunger and intent that vibrated through the ship. This was not a being of words, but of raw, consuming force, ready to devour everything in its path.
The void that was Nihilus responded with a deep, resonant sound—an echo of pure hunger and intent that vibrated through the ship. This was not a being of words, but of raw, consuming force, ready to devour everything in its path. Through the essence of Plagueis's memories, Nihilus understood that directly draining Gojo would be perilous, even to his insatiable hunger. Determined to match Gojo's seemingly boundless power, Nihilus turned his gaze outward, focusing on the nearby planets of Vjun, Iridonia, and Dagobah.
With a deliberate, haunting intonation, Nihilus's voice reverberated through the Force, a chilling symphony of destruction that reached far beyond the confines of the Ravager. His essence expanded, tendrils of dark energy snaking through the galaxy, latching onto Vjun, Iridonia, and Dagobah. The Force Draining began—an overwhelming siphon that pulled the life and energy from these worlds simultaneously.
From Vjun, Nihilus drew upon the tainted essence of the Sith that lingered in its stormy atmosphere, the dark side permeating every stone and ruin of the planet. The ancient Sith secrets and corrupted life forces were like nectar to Nihilus, each draw amplifying his already formidable power. The planet trembled as cataclysmic eruptions tore through its surface, volcanic ash blotting out the skies, and acidic rains fell like the cries of a dying world.
On Iridonia, the homeworld of the fierce Zabrak, the lush, rugged terrain quaked as Nihilus's presence swept over it. The vibrant life force of its inhabitants, warriors who had thrived on their harsh world for generations, was ripped away in an instant. Cities crumbled under the force of relentless earthquakes, the ground splitting apart as if the planet itself were crying out in agony. The powerful life essence of Iridonia was siphoned into Nihilus, each Zabrak life force enhancing his strength, feeding the dark void that threatened to consume all.
Meanwhile, Dagobah, a planet saturated with the Force, found its dense swamps and tangled roots being drained of their mystic energies. The swamp's mysterious aura, long a sanctuary for those seeking to hide or meditate on the light and dark sides, began to fade as the life within was severed from the Force itself. The ancient trees and hidden creatures, once teeming with vitality, wilted and decayed under Nihilus's grasp. The very air grew still, devoid of the once ever-present hum of the Force, now silenced by the ravenous power of Nihilus.
As the three planets were simultaneously consumed, their essence funneled into Nihilus, the side effects were devastating. Volcanic eruptions spewed fiery rock across Vjun, while on Iridonia, entire mountain ranges collapsed into themselves, swallowed by violent tremors. Dagobah's swamps, usually vibrant and teeming with hidden dangers, lay still, their murky waters receding to reveal cracked and barren ground. The combined toll of the Force Draining rippled outward, each planet bearing the scars of having been feasted upon by a being whose hunger knew no bounds.
Gojo watched this display of sheer voracity with a look of amusement, his expression an odd mix of curiosity and excitement. As the dark side consumed the three worlds, he could feel the energy flowing into Nihilus, swelling his form with the combined essence of lives, Force, and Sith power. It was a magnificent display of raw, unrelenting power—a challenge that Gojo could not resist.
"He really wants to devour me," Gojo mused aloud, his grin widening as he observed Nihilus's ascension. "So, he's raising his level by feasting on planets with enough life from Iridonia, Force from Dagobah, and Sith essence from Vjun to match my Cursed Energy. Not bad."
Gojo's laughter echoed through the chamber, a sound that was neither fearful nor mocking, but filled with the thrill of facing an opponent who was willing to do whatever it took to stand on equal footing. Nihilus, now brimming with newfound power, loomed over Gojo—a towering figure of darkness ready to consume all that stood before him.
Gojo's laughter echoed through the chamber, a sound that was neither fearful nor mocking, but filled with the thrill of facing an opponent who was willing to do whatever it took to stand on equal footing. Nihilus, now brimming with newfound power, loomed over Gojo—a towering figure of darkness ready to consume all that stood before him. Without warning, Nihilus extended his spectral hand, and an immense, crushing pressure swept over Gojo as Nihilus began to use Force Draining on him.
The air around Gojo warped, as if reality itself were being pulled apart at the seams. Nihilus's Force Draining was unlike anything Gojo had faced before—an all-consuming void that sought not just to harm but to utterly erase his existence. The Cursed Energy that flowed so naturally through Gojo began to waver, tendrils of Nihilus's dark hunger reaching out, tugging at the very essence of his power.
Gojo's eyes narrowed as he felt the pull. "Unlike Plagueis, Nihilus really can chip away at my Cursed Energy and manage to devour it," Gojo remarked, acknowledging the magnitude of the threat before him. But the recognition was not fear—it was excitement. "Let's see if you can handle this!"
Gojo raised his hand, his fingers spreading wide as an array of glowing symbols appeared, inscribed with Roman numerals. His voice echoed with command, "Kirchenlied: Sankt Zwinger!"
A massive Quincy Zeichen, etched with intricate symbols, projected onto the ground beneath Gojo, glowing with an ethereal blue light. Reishi bands shot down from Gojo's fingers, embedding into the earth, and from them erupted towering columns of Reishi. The columns formed a circular array around Gojo, each pillar resonating with a divine brilliance—one shaped like a Quincy Cross, the others like Hagal runes. Within this sacred perimeter, the "light of God" blazed forth, an unyielding bastion that united both offense and defense in one magnificent spell.
The columns glowed fiercely, projecting a radiant barrier that pulsed with the power of both Quincy precision and divine fury. Nihilus's Force Draining clashed against the radiant light, an onslaught of dark energy hammering against the divine shield. The Reishi columns flickered and shook, but they held, pushing back against the void that Nihilus sought to impose.
Gojo watched intently as the beams of energy from Sankt Zwinger stood their ground against Nihilus's consuming void. The light of the columns surged, slicing through the draining tendrils that reached towards Gojo, temporarily holding Nihilus's power at bay. Sparks of energy burst and crackled at the edge of the Quincy Zeichen, each interaction sending ripples of power coursing through the Ravager, rattling the ship as if caught in a cosmic storm.
Gojo smirked, unfazed by the immense pressure. "This shield held against Yamamoto's Bankai, the flames of which could turn anything to ash," he mused, his voice a mix of confidence and calculation. "I'm sure as hell it can withstand you, even if only for a while."
The clash was monumental, the sheer force of Nihilus's hunger battling against the divine protection of Sankt Zwinger. The columns of light bent and wavered under the relentless assault, but they continued to blaze, their radiance cutting through the dark tide. Nihilus's Force Draining intensified, his figure pulsing with the energies of the consumed worlds, as if the planets themselves screamed within his power. The battle was a tug-of-war between the unrelenting void and the divine light, each straining to dominate the other.
Despite the shield's immense power, Gojo could feel the pressure mounting. Nihilus's Force Draining was like a black hole, constantly pulling, relentlessly pressing against the barriers of Sankt Zwinger. The columns began to crack under the strain, fissures of dark energy spreading through the light.
The clash was monumental, the sheer force of Nihilus's hunger battling against the divine protection of Sankt Zwinger. The columns of light bent and wavered under the relentless assault, but they continued to blaze, their radiance cutting through the dark tide. Nihilus's Force Draining intensified, his figure pulsing with the energies of the consumed worlds, as if the planets themselves screamed within his power. The battle was a tug-of-war between the unrelenting void and the divine light, each straining to dominate the other.
Despite the shield's immense power, Gojo could feel the pressure mounting. Nihilus's Force Draining was like a black hole, constantly pulling, relentlessly pressing against the barriers of Sankt Zwinger. The columns began to crack under the strain, fissures of dark energy spreading through the light.
With a thunderous crack, the Sankt Zwinger finally shattered, the divine light extinguished in an explosive burst of Reishi fragments. Nihilus surged forward, his presence a consuming void, overwhelming Gojo's defenses.
Nihilus raised his hand, his voice reverberating through the Ravager with a distorted, echoing command:
"Zath'kaar... VORAN'DOR... vor'haar kethel...!"
Translation: "You will feed my hunger... your power shall be mine!"
Nihilus's Force Draining intensified as he latched onto Gojo, the dark tendrils piercing into him, siphoning his energy. Gojo's form flickered, his expression remaining calm as Nihilus consumed him. But even as Nihilus devoured the clone of Gojo, he didn't notice the hidden surprise within. Inside the Gojo clone—created using the Visionary of Gremmy—was a miniature replica of the Little Boy bomb, the same type of atomic bomb used in 1945.
Nihilus continued to drain, unaware of the destructive payload until it was too late. As he absorbed the bomb's essence, a violent surge of radiation and heat seared through his spectral form, burning his darkened gloves and causing his ethereal robe to flicker and char. Though not organic or alive, the bomb's power scorched through Nihilus, leaving trails of smoldering darkness in its wake.
Suddenly, Gojo appeared behind the disoriented Sith, moving faster than Nihilus could react. With a swift motion, Gojo wrapped his arm around Nihilus's throat, pinning him against the hull of the Ravager with unyielding force. Gojo's grip tightened, his face inches from the Sith's mask, a playful smirk still dancing on his lips.
"Let's change the battle arena, shall we?" Gojo whispered, his tone dripping with confidence.
With a powerful heave, Gojo hurled Nihilus back, his body crashing into the Ravager's controls. Gojo's fingers danced across the navigation panel, and within moments, he used his own power, Limitless, to push the ship and Nihilus into light speed. The Ravager surged forward, stars streaking past in elongated lines as they tore through the galaxy at incomprehensible speed, propelled by Gojo's mastery of space manipulation.
Nihilus struggled against the acceleration, his form wavering as the ship hurtled toward a desolate target: Katarr, the very world he had once devoured, leaving it a barren wasteland devoid of life.
As the Ravager neared Katarr, the ship's hull began to glow from the friction of atmospheric re-entry. Gojo watched with gleaming eyes as the ship descended, hurtling like a blazing comet toward the planet's surface. The impact was cataclysmic—a deafening explosion that shook the very fabric of the planet. The Ravager slammed into Katarr, erupting in a violent shockwave that tore through the desolate landscape, sending clouds of dust and debris skyward.
The force of the crash carved a massive crater into Katarr's surface, the impact radiating outward in waves that shattered the already ruined terrain. The ship's metallic husk lay broken and twisted, flames licking at its remains as plumes of smoke rose into the darkened sky.
Gojo stood amidst the wreckage, unharmed, his eyes scanning the devastation with a calm yet exhilarated expression. Nihilus, pinned and reeling from the impact, struggled to regain his form, the dark side energies that sustained him flickering in the aftermath of their violent collision.
Gojo stepped forward, his aura pulsing with renewed energy. He looked at Nihilus with a mocking smile. "You thought you could eat me alive, huh? Guess what, I'm the one on top of the food chain here," Gojo taunted, his voice echoing across the shattered landscape. "How much longer do you think you'll last before you're the one who gets devoured by me?"
The battle continued, their powers clashing once more, set against the backdrop of the very planet Nihilus had once stripped of life. As Gojo and Nihilus faced off in the desolate ruins of Katarr, the galaxy bore witness to the relentless duel—a clash of titans who pushed the boundaries of their power, each determined to emerge as the true master of the void.
Gojo then coated his fist with Minimum Release: Purple, the energy swirling around his hand like a halo of annihilation. The Hollow Purple energy, reduced and concentrated into a single fist, granted his strikes the traits of erasure and absolute destruction.
Nihilus observed Gojo's preparation and, in response, ignited his red lightsaber. For a moment, he held the weapon, but a thought crossed his mind: I'm terrible with lightsabers. He casually tossed the weapon aside, letting it deactivate and clatter against the ground.
Gojo quirked an eyebrow, his grin widening. "Did he just throw away his saber? Did he go senile or something?" Gojo thought, amused by the display.
Suddenly, Nihilus mirrored Gojo's actions. His left arm became shrouded in Force Draining energy, an ominous black aura that radiated the power to consume all it touched. His right arm crackled with red Force Lightning, not just any lightning, but a version that could pierce through essence and soul, striking at the very core of its target.
Gojo's grin widened as the thrill of battle filled him. He clenched his fist, the Hollow Purple energy intensifying. "Let's throw hands!" Gojo shouted, his voice brimming with anticipation.
Nihilus, with an eerie calm, responded in his own haunting, guttural language, his words resonating with the Force:
"Veth'sraah... maz'gath... RETHOR VOROTH!"
Translation: "Yes... let's brawl to the death!"
The air crackled with raw energy as the two warriors rushed at each other, fists cloaked in unimaginable power. Gojo's Hollow Purple fist met Nihilus's Force-imbued strikes in a thunderous clash that shook the planet. As Gojo swung his right hand, the impact of Minimum Release: Purple caused a devastating backlash—an eruption of annihilation energy surged outward, warping the very air around it. The sheer intensity of Hollow Purple's erasure properties tore through the atmosphere, generating a shockwave that rippled outward, scarring the ground beneath them with streaks of violent, blinding red energy.
Gojo winced as a searing pain shot up his arm, the sheer power of his attack nearly overwhelming even his reinforced body. The backlash from Minimum Purple tore at his arm, leaving it mangled and smoking from the erasure energy. Without hesitation, Gojo activated his Reverse Cursed Technique, a glowing aura enveloping his injured limb as the damage rapidly reversed, tissue knitting back together with a radiant red light. His arm was restored to perfect condition within seconds, his expression unfazed and his resolve unbroken.
Nihilus, meanwhile, clashed with Gojo using his left arm, coated in the consuming tendrils of Force Draining. But there was a problem—Gojo's Minimum Release: Purple outmatched the dark energy of Nihilus's draining power. Every impact sent jolts of annihilation energy tearing through Nihilus's arm, disrupting his form and destabilizing the essence that sustained him. The dark side's hunger was no match for the erasure traits of Hollow Purple, and each strike left Nihilus's arm flickering, pieces of his dark essence dissipating into the void.
Nihilus staggered, his form momentarily wavering as he realized the difference in power. His Force Draining, once capable of consuming entire planets, was faltering against the overwhelming might of Gojo's Cursed Energy. With a growl of defiance, Nihilus invoked his own form of dark regeneration, a sinister technique he called Vorruk Keth'var, a Force Healing that channeled the dark side's corruptive power to restore his essence. Tendrils of dark energy wrapped around his arm, restoring the ethereal fabric of his being and mending his scorched gloves, reconstituting his form with malevolent intent.
Both warriors knew that this was the final round, the decisive clash that would determine who would stand triumphant. With renewed determination, they charged at each other, fists glowing with lethal energy, ready to tear the other apart.
Gojo's punches came swift and precise, each strike infused with the raw destructive power of Minimum Purple. The air distorted around his fist, creating a vacuum of annihilation that swallowed all it touched. Nihilus countered with his own barrage, his left hand constantly channeling Force Draining, attempting to sap Gojo's strength, while his right hand crackled with the fierce red arcs of Force Lightning. The lightning, imbued with the dark side's power, tore through the air like tendrils of crimson fury, aiming to pierce through Gojo's defenses and strike at his very essence.
But Gojo was ready. As Nihilus unleashed the Red Force Lightning, Gojo countered with Limitless Reversal: Red, a wave of positive energy that repelled the negative, destructive force of the lightning. The clash of energies created a spectacular display—streams of red Force Lightning collided with the radiant reversal energy, bursting into a brilliant display of blinding red light that lit up the battlefield. Each contact sent sparks flying, the ground beneath them scorched by the sheer intensity of their combined powers.
The spectacle of red lights painted the ruined landscape of Katarr with vibrant hues, their battle a celestial display of destruction and resilience. Each blow they exchanged sent shockwaves rippling through the air, the force of their strikes causing the very planet to tremble. Nihilus lashed out with a wide swing, his right hand engulfed in the searing glow of Force Lightning, but Gojo deflected it effortlessly with a red Reversal, sending the attack spiraling into the sky where it exploded like a crimson flare.
Gojo's grin never faded, his movements a fluid dance of precision and overwhelming power. He weaved through Nihilus's onslaught with grace, each step calculated, each punch carrying the weight of his unyielding will. Nihilus, in turn, fought with the desperation of one who knew only hunger, his attacks becoming more ferocious, his desire to consume Gojo evident in every strike.
"Your Force Draining's losing its edge!" Gojo taunted, deflecting another swipe from Nihilus's clawed hand. "You can't keep up, can you?"
Nihilus responded with a guttural roar, his voice resonating with the dark side's fury:
"Ruvath… kal'thek… VOR'UN KETHAL!"
Translation: "I will not be outmatched… you will be consumed!"
Desperate, Nihilus unleashed his Force Draining on Katarr itself, tearing through the planet's already dead surface. The ground split apart, chunks of the desolate world breaking free and rising into the sky, drawn by the consuming void of Nihilus's hunger. Entire sections of Katarr were ripped from the surface, lifted into space as the dark side sought to consume even a dead world.
Gojo, momentarily losing his footing as the ground beneath him gave way, laughed despite the chaotic scene. "You really think tearing apart a dead rock will save you? Cute, but still just a hiccup."
Nihilus seized the opportunity, using a twisted version of Force Draining to temporarily disable Gojo's Limitless Barrier . The brief opening allowed him to lunge forward, his right hand crackling with Red Force Lightning. His fist connected with Gojo's right side, the lightning piercing through Gojo's defenses and striking directly into his essence. The impact seared Gojo's flesh, his skin blackening as the dark energy burned through him, reaching deep into his very soul—the only soul in this galaxy capable of enduring such pain.
Gojo staggered, the right side of his face scorched and smoking, his flesh torn where Nihilus's power had struck true. But the left side of Gojo's face remained intact, his remaining four-pupiled Rikugan eye shining brightly. With a fierce expression, Gojo caught Nihilus's right hand, his grip unyielding.
"The evolution... Governance ," Gojo declared, his voice steady as the eye in his palm left hand opened—a brilliant yellow gaze with two pupils, marking the completion of his Evolution Governance technique, the power of Pernida. With his right hand, he imbued Nihilus with Reverse Cursed Energy, the effect seeping into the Sith's form and significantly weakening his once formidable powers.
The dark energies of Nihilus's Force Lightning and Draining flickered and waned, unable to withstand the influence of Gojo's Reverse Cursed Energy. The eye in Gojo's palm pulsed with malevolent light, dominating the battlefield with its presence.
Gojo raised his left hand, now brimming with condensed energy. "Maximum Reversal: Crimson!" he roared, the Miniature Sun from his attack shining even more fiercely than his previous Reversal: Red. A beam of blinding Crimson erupted from his palm, surging forward with unstoppable force. The energy was pure and unrelenting, more potent than anything Nihilus had faced.
Nihilus attempted to counter, but the Crimson blast tore through him, the light overwhelming his defenses and ripping through his very essence. His form was torn asunder, his body dissolving as the energy consumed him.
As the light faded, Nihilus lay battered on the ground, half of his spectral body gone, his power utterly spent. Gojo stood over him, his breathing steady, his eyes still gleaming with unbroken resolve.
"Have you had your fill, Nihilus? Is your hunger finally satisfied?" Gojo asked, his tone surprisingly gentle for the victorious Honored One.
Through his cracked mask, Nihilus's voice emerged, now clear and somber. "Yes... Honored One. Thank you... for satisfying my appetite." Tears, unseen but felt, flowed from Nihilus as he realized his wish had been granted—through Gojo's overwhelming power and the healing touch of the Reverse Cursed Technique, he had finally known fulfillment, if only for a moment.
With that, the once insatiable Nihilus faded, his essence returning to the Force, leaving Gojo standing alone amidst the ruins of Katarr, the undisputed victor in a battle that would be remembered across the stars.
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