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Cell's eyes widened, his pupils narrowing as the blinding speed of his opponent became a blur. Axel's sneakered foot connected with his face in a crushing impact, sending him airborne like a rag doll. His body twisted violently through the air before crashing onto the stone floor with a thunderous *thud*. The sheer force of the blow made the ground shudder beneath him.
For a moment, Cell lay there, a groan escaping his lips as he struggled to focus. His vision swam, but his instincts screamed at him to move. He blinked rapidly, forcing his eyes to adjust, and through the haze of pain, he saw something terrifying—bolts of lightning streaking from the ceiling, descending toward him like the wrath of the heavens.
Reacting quickly, Cell raised his hands, and the air around him thickened, condensing into a dome of pure energy. The dome shimmered with a dense, translucent aura, encasing him entirely. Lightning smashed into the barrier, crackling violently across its surface, but the dome held firm. For now.
He scrambled to his feet just as Axel came barreling toward him, his entire form wrapped in a crackling aura of electricity. Each step Axel took seemed to ignite the ground, his speed increasing with every second, his body seemingly drawing power from the very air around him.
Axel's fist shot forward with a speed that nearly defied comprehension, aiming straight for Cell's skull. With a panicked grunt, Cell jerked his head to the side, barely dodging the strike. The wind from the punch brushed his cheek, like a gust from a passing train. His breath hitched—*he was getting faster*.
Axel's attacks became relentless, raining down with an intensity that bordered on insanity. Each punch, each kick, seemed to grow stronger, faster, as though Axel was evolving mid-fight, tapping into a well of power that knew no bounds.
But Cell wasn't finished yet.
With a snarl, Cell ducked under another devastating swing and retaliated. His right fist grew impossibly large, swelling to three times its size, the muscles in his arm bulging grotesquely as he slammed it down like a sledgehammer. The impact shook the floor, sending cracks racing outward like spiderwebs.
The ground erupted, and from the fissures, three stone statues emerged—massive, human-shaped figures with glowing, hollow eyes. Without hesitation, they lunged at Axel, their rocky limbs swinging with deadly intent.
Axel's lips curled into a savage grin. He didn't flinch.
In one swift motion, he raised his hand, his fingertips crackling with energy, and sliced through the head of the nearest statue like it was made of butter. The decapitated figure crumbled instantly, turning to rubble at his feet. The second statue charged, but Axel grabbed it by the arm and *ripped* it apart with a sickening crunch, tossing its dismembered body aside.
The third came at him from behind, but before it could land a blow, Axel sent a bolt of lightning through its chest, shattering it to dust.
He stood there, chest heaving, but feeling stronger—invincible. Every passing moment, every punch, every step, he felt himself becoming more than human. His blood roared in his ears, his muscles thrumming with raw power.
Axel's voice echoed from all directions, sending a chill down Cell's spine. Suddenly, the world around him shifted. The ground beneath his feet vanished, and the darkness swallowed him whole. Cell was no longer in the execution platform. He was... somewhere else.
A deep, inescapable shadow surrounded him, suffocating him, pressing in from all sides. It was a darkness unlike anything he had ever experienced. It crawled under his skin, into his mind. Fear gripped him—irrational, uncontrollable fear. He saw things he never feared before, nightmares creeping into his thoughts, twisting his reality into something grotesque.
Even his own body terrified him.
This was the shadow of death.
"The god Hades is known for haunting the nightmares of the dead," Axel's voice resonated through the darkness. "That's why I've chosen to kill you in his way."
Suddenly, the darkness dissipated, and Cell found himself submerged in water. But not just any water—an ocean of shadow, black and endless. He couldn't tell which way was up or down. The water clung to him, searing his skin like acid. Every breath he took felt like fire in his lungs.
His scream echoed through the abyss.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
No matter how he thrashed, no matter how he tried to adapt, the water found new ways to hurt him. It burned, twisted, and scourged his body with every second, evolving alongside his resistance, feeding off his suffering. This was no ordinary place.
"This..." Axel's voice echoed again, calm and authoritative. "This is the River Styx. A place where the gods' hatred has simmered for eons."
Cell's gaze shot upwards, and there, floating above the cursed waters, was Axel, untouched by the torment. His eyes glowed with a serene, yet terrifying light.
"I realized I couldn't kill you outright," Axel said, his voice tinged with something darker, more sinister. "So why not condemn you to eternal suffering? No escape. No relief. Welcome to your eternity, Cell... or should I say..."
Axel's grin widened, as Cell's eyes widened in recognition.
"...Rowin."