He did not need a nearby river. He generated an ocean of water from his own infinite mana. A massive pool of crystal-clear water erupted from the cobblestones beneath his boots. The water swirled upward. It climbed high into the dark sky.
The clear water took shape. It formed a gigantic, majestic dragon. The dragon was made entirely of rushing, powerful water. It had long whiskers and sharp, liquid claws. The water dragon let out a deafening, oceanic roar.
The water dragon crashed downward. It slammed directly into the toxic storm.
The clear water washed over the plaza like a massive tsunami. The pure magic inside the water completely erased the dark rain. The storm clouds dissolved instantly. The toxic puddles vanished. The water purified the entire area flawlessly.
The massive wave of water hit the General. The rushing liquid slammed into his dark iron armor. The impact swept him off his feet. He tumbled helplessly through the rushing flood.
The water faded away as quickly as it had appeared. The plaza was perfectly clean. The dark magic was totally washed away.
The General lay on the wet stone floor. He was completely soaked. His dark iron armor was dented and ruined. He breathed very heavily. The dark magic inside his veins was incredibly weak now. The water had drained his power entirely.
But the General still refused to quit. The corruption forced him to stand. He pushed himself onto his shaking legs. He raised a weak, trembling fist. He tried to throw one last punch at the masked entity.
Ken did not step back. He casually walked forward. He slouched his shoulders. He walked right up to the exhausted General.
The General swung his fist. The punch was incredibly slow. It lacked all its former power.
Ken simply raised his left hand. He caught the massive armored fist effortlessly. He stopped the punch with an open palm. The General struggled, but he could not move his arm. Ken’s grip was absolute.
Ken raised his right hand. He gently touched the center of the General's dark iron chest plate. He pressed two fingers against the metal.
He applied a tiny, glowing magical seal onto the armor. The seal looked like a small, bright white symbol. It hummed softly.
Ken let go of the General's fist. He turned his back on the corrupted warrior. He shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his black cloak. He started walking away slowly. He did not look back.
He remembered a very cool villain from a bizarre anime. The villain had an explosive ghost. The villain always walked away before the explosion happened. It was the ultimate stylish exit.
"Killer Queen has already touched that armor," Ken mumbled softly to himself. He smiled a goofy smile under his mask.
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Ken raised his right hand slightly. He formed his thumb and middle finger together.
He snapped his fingers. Snap.
"Boom," Ken whispered.
The glowing white seal on the General's chest instantly activated.
A massive, perfectly controlled explosion erupted from the seal. The blast did not spread outward. It directed all its force inward. It was a flawless, surgical strike.
The explosion blasted the dark iron armor into dust. The pure energy washed over the General's body. It did not harm his physical flesh. It did not break his bones. It targeted the corruption directly. The explosion completely burned away the toxic dark magic inside his veins. The black spider webs on his face vanished entirely.
The General let out a final gasp. His eyes rolled back. The toxic purple glow faded from his pupils. His eyes returned to their normal, human color.
He collapsed onto the clean stone floor. He was completely unconscious. He was totally exhausted. But he was safe. The mind control was entirely broken. Ken had saved his life without causing permanent damage.
Ken continued walking across the plaza. He dusted his gloved hands together. He slouched his shoulders.
"That was a lot of work," Ken thought lazily. "I had to use four different anime moves. I am officially tired. I need to find a snack. I wonder if there is a bakery left standing in this city. A chocolate muffin would be fantastic right now."
He looked around the empty, clean plaza. The sky above was clear again. The battle was officially over.
Suddenly, a slow clapping sound echoed from the dark shadows of a nearby alley.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
Ken stopped walking. He let out a long, dramatic groan. He rolled his eyes behind his mask. "Not another one. I am totally off the clock."
A tall figure stepped out of the shadows. He wore a long, flowing dark cloak. He had pale skin and slicked-back dark hair. His eyes burned with a bright, toxic purple light. He smiled a very cruel, very arrogant smile.
It was Javier. The high-level Black Magician had arrived.
Javier stood at the edge of the plaza. He crossed his arms over his chest. He looked at the unconscious General. He looked at the masked boy. He did not look scared. He looked incredibly confident.
The final confrontation was about to begin.
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The clapping sound echoed across the ruined plaza. Clap. Clap. Clap.
Javier stepped out of the dark shadows. He wore a long, flowing dark cloak. His pale face was totally visible. His hair was slicked back perfectly. His eyes burned with a bright, toxic purple light. He smiled a very cruel, very wicked smile. He looked completely confident. He thought he had the absolute advantage.
Ken Eliot stood on the cobblestone street. He wore his black cloak with gold embroidery. The dark mask covered his face. A single purple eye glowed in the center. He looked like a terrifying god of destruction.
But inside his mind, Ken was entirely bored.
"This is incredibly unoriginal," Ken thought to himself casually. "The hidden villain always claps. He steps out of the shadows and claps his hands. It happens in every single action show. It is the most predictable entrance in the world. I just want to go home. I want to take my shoes off. My toes are feeling very cramped."
Javier stopped walking. He stood exactly twenty feet away from Ken. He crossed his arms over his chest. He looked at the masked entity with pure arrogance.
"You are Lancelot," Javier stated smoothly. His voice sounded like dry leaves scraping against a brick wall. "You destroyed my monsters. You ruined the mutated General. Your light magic is very impressive. I must admit, I did not expect this level of resistance."
Ken did not answer. He did not say a single word. He just stood there. He looked down at his left shoe.
He noticed a massive scuff mark on the dark leather. The fight with the General had ruined the polish. Ken let out a very long, very quiet sigh in his mind.
"Great," Ken complained internally. "My shoe is completely ruined. Naomi is going to notice this immediately. She always notices when my clothes get messy. She is going to make me buy shoe polish. Shoe polish smells terrible. This is a massive tragedy."
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