CHAPTER:110
Title:The Surge of Chaos
The skies over Seoul roared with tension. Clouds trembled like torn silk as the black hole above the city pulsed violently, sucking in wind and light. Madagascar stood at the forefront, his coat fluttering as the chill from the dark vortex washed over the squad. Beside him stood Tito, Vincent, Chiro, and Mori — their eyes fixed on the portal.
From its depths came a sound — a low, guttural hum that rose into a bone-rattling screech.
SCREEEEEEEEEEE—
Then came the buzzing, like a swarm of angry hornets. The noise built and built until it erupted into chaos.
BOOOOOM! The black hole burst open. Out came the creatures.
Monkey-like figures tore through the void, screeching as their bodies flung into the atmosphere. They were grotesque: slick with mucus, barely clothed in armor, wings buzzing with frantic force. Their eyes burned red. Their skin pulsed like something freshly hatched. Dozens, then hundreds, rained down like cursed hornets upon Seoul.
"Don't let them enter the city!" Madagascar barked. His voice was thunder. "Intercept now!"
Tito launched himself like a bullet. "Flying monkeys?! That's new!"
THWIP—CRACK! Chiro's red ribbon sliced through the air, wrapping around three of the flying beasts mid-flight. The ribbon twirled and spun, weaving around their torsos like a serpent before slamming them together destroying thier bodies.
Mori blurred forward, body slipping into his cheetah-like form. WHOOSH! With elegant savagery, he spun through the air, sending a roundhouse kick into one monkey's jaw. The beast spiraled into a concrete wall — KRRAAAASH! — bursting into pieces.
Vincent stood perfectly still, eyes glowing faintly.
The monkey in front of him suddenly slowed, dropping to its knees. Its eyes glazed over.
"Sleep," Vincent whispered.
But then—
BOOOOOOM!
The monkey exploded.
"What the—?!" Vincent shielded his face as flames licked at his clothes. From the rubble, a ribbon coiled around his waist — WHIP-SNAP! — pulling him free of the blast at the last second.
"Thanks, Chiro!" he gasped, coughing through the smoke.
Tito staggered back into view, bleeding from his left temple he was caught within the explosion of another monkey at close range but somehow he escaped . "Okay, exploding monkeys. Now we've seen everything."
Madagascar narrowed his eyes. His breath visible in the chilled air. "Explosive flyers… not just beasts. These things are engineered."
From the black hole, a new wave poured out — twenty more, each buzzing louder than the last.
"Enough," Madagascar growled. His right hand lifted. A mist of freezing vapor spread from his fingertips, curling into the sky like ghostly smoke. " if I cool there temperatures down it reduces the chance of exploding "
His eyes dimmed to icy blue. His breath crystallized in front of him.
"Ice Release: Ice Age – 50 Degrees."
FWWWWOOOOOOOSH!
A massive wave of cold air engulfed the battlefield. Time itself seemed to slow. The charging monkeys froze mid-screech, their bodies flash-frozen in the sky, wings outstretched, eyes wide in frozen horror.
Then—
"Shattering Ice."
CRRRAAAACK-BOOOM!
The entire field exploded in a storm of ice shards. The monkeys shattered into thousands of frozen fragments. Snow-like dust coated the battleground.
Tito whistled. "I take it back. That was the coolest thing I've seen."
But before they could catch their breath—
SKREEEEE! SKREEEEE!
Another wave of flying monkeys poured from the black hole. The numbers didn't stop.
From atop a building nearby, Daisuke and Frozen observed silently, arms crossed.
"They're doing better than expected," Frozen murmured.
Daisuke smiled faintly. "But the real test begins now."
Meanwhile, in Washington D.C…
THUD. THUD. THUD.
Anuman, The Great Monkey, landed on scorched pavement. He stared down Marcus and Seymon as they struggled to stand from the crater his last attack had carved.
FWOOOSH! In a blur of motion, he closed the distance, slamming his feet into the earth as he gripped both Marcus and Seymon by the throats raising them upwards.
"Damn it!" Marcus gasped, reaching toward Seymon.
But Anuman was faster. He twisted his left arm, yanking Marcus away from Seymon, separating them instantly.
"You protect each other," Anuman snarled in broken speech. "Weak."
SHLICK!
Blood sprayed like mist as Anuman's fingers moved like razors tightening more around the neck of seymon, things didn't turn out as well Seymon's head dropped to the ground Anuman strength on his grip was so strong that it sliced seymon head out from his own body.
THUMP.
Marcus froze. His mind blanked. In that breathless moment of shock, Anuman leapt into the air — still holding Marcus by the throat — and SLAAAM! drove him through a building.
KRRAAAAASSSSHHHH!
Walls collapsed. Glass shattered. Metal beams groaned and snapped as Marcus's body was dragged through steel and stone as he hurled him towards a building finally Marcus head hits the walls and dropped to the ground.
"You need focus," Anuman said, kneeling beside Marcus's half-conscious body. "You care… and caring is weakness."
Meanwhile, in Shanghai…
Zichen stood tall beneath the black hole's looming shadow. More monkeys tried to force their way through.
"Not this time," he whispered.
From within his robes, he brought out a small bell — old, copper, unassuming. He hurled it skyward.
DING. DING. DONG.
He levitated after it, hands glowing with ancient Shen.
"Bell Toll Technique: Sealing Mantra."
DINGGGGGGGGG!
The bell exploded in size — a towering structure of ringing steel. Its toll echoed across Shanghai.
WHUUMMM. WHUUMMM. WHUUMMM.
Like a black hole in reverse, the bell began to suck in every monkey, howling and shrieking, pulling them screaming into its core. Even the black hole twisted under its power, and then—
WHOOSH—SNAP!
The bell swallowed the portal.
Silence.
Zichen floated downward, dust settling behind him. His bell, now tiny again, fell softly into his hand.
"Clean."