The moment the darkness moved, a shield of source energy was created all over Mark's body, covering him from top to bottom, protecting him from every corner, as he punched with all his power below his feet.

  BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM………

  The land got thrashed, as the blue power erupted, lighting the surrounding by its terrifying power, as the painful roar was heard from nowhere, but not waiting, Mark kept slamming his hand towards the ground, letting the blue energy erupt like a bomb, blasting the same place again and again, destroying the darkness itself, as the light blue light shook surroundings.

  When suddenly, from all directions, black tigers erupted, front, back, right, left, up. There must be more than 30 such tigers, pitch black, just like darkness, their eyes filled with anger, as they roared and let the darkness erupt out of their mouth like magma.

  The darkness surged like a tsunami from all directions, ready to tear Mark. As screaming, he let the source energy erupt from inside him like a nuclear bomb in a complete circle, and he destroyed everything.

  Not even a speck of dust remained within 100m of Mark, but he wasn't satisfied, not at all.

  He could destroy darkness, he could obliterate surroundings, but he couldn't kill Ratrijita, because they were the kings of the darkness, and this world was filled with it.

  All they needed to do was get away from the source energy attack, before it could touch them, before it could destroy them, and hide far away inside the darkness, just like he used to do.

  And this feeling was really not great. It sucked, and it sucked immensely. It was he who used to play with people, prey upon them from the darkness, come out to tear them apart, and then again hide to not let them attack.

  Now he was the victim of his own plays, but all this only made him calm, so calm that again he was back in his stance with source energy covering his body, while two knife-sharpening source powers lit his hands.

  But now he wasn't just waiting for Ratrijita to come and attack him. Now, he was willing all his power to move the darkness itself.

  He still remembered the feeling, how he used to go inside and come outside of the darkness.

  How he used to make it dance upon his fingers as if the darkness belonged to him and him alone.

  How he used to play around inside the darkness, as if it were his home.

  He remembered it all, and he let himself get lost in that feeling. He let himself go and let the darkness teach him how to become part of it.

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  As slowly, he felt it. He felt it all. He felt the darkness. He felt those black dots dancing all around him.

  Not just the black dots, there were other dots too, but too few in number, but they were still there.

  What were they doing here in the world of darkness, where darkness was so glaring that creatures couldn’t even see themselves?

  But not caring, he called the dots to gather around him, but as if mischievous kids, they did exactly the opposite of what he told them to.

  They ran as far away from him as possible, even though he was covered by the darkness everywhere, covered by the source energy which was the creator of the darkness itself.

  It was as if the rebellious kids were rebelling against their parents. It was funny, laughable, but Mark couldn't laugh.

  Cuz the kids were a little too rebellious. No matter what he did, the dots didn't help him at all. They remained far away from him.

  Even when he used his source energy to capture them to forcefully bring them inside his body, they still slipped away.

  Not going in his navel, instead slipping out of his nose pipe. Rebelling to the end.

  One hour!

  Two hours!!

  Three hours!!!

  Mark stood right there trying to capture those rebellious kids, while the Ratrijitas just hid in the darkness, waiting for a chance.

  They could see what Mark was trying to do, what he wanted to do, but using their power, they did exactly the opposite of that and made sure that he never succeeded.

  They waited for him to get irritated, to get angry, but no such thing happened. He stayed still, he remained calm, and he kept trying for three long hours.

  Knowing there was no point in waiting, the Ratrijitas again erupted, but this time, instead of directly going for an attack, they started running everywhere.

  From 30, they multiplied into 300, and from 300, they multiplied into 3000, and then all of them started to roar, run, and make a mess of their surroundings.

  ROAR! ROAR!! ROAR!!! ROAR!!!! ROAR!!!!!

  ROAR! ROAR!! ROAR!!! ROAR!!!! ROAR!!!!!

  Mark felt his surroundings erupt. It was as if someone had broken the silence with the world's biggest megaphone.

  It hit his concentrated self hard, making his connection lost from the world, while blood started pouring out of his senses.

  His eyes, nose, ears, mouth, and even skin started to bleed from a sudden burst of noise, but not caring about all that, he let himself bleed, while slowly, his body automatically started to heal, but still, he did not move.

  He waited, waited, and waited, when suddenly from the sky, a mouth opened.

  The mouth was so big that it covered all the area within a 1 km radius, and the next second, it let its darkness-filled roar loose.

  RRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR….

  The roar was so loud, so horrendous that it destroyed the surroundings itself, but before it could hit below, from the ground, a loud scream came.

  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…..

  As like a maddened beast, Mark flew towards the rushing darkness, and behind him flew the million rebelling dots that weren’t ready to follow him before.

  But now they followed him. His anger, his perseverance, and his persistence made them forcefully follow him. They couldn't ignore him, they couldn't disobey him, and like good kids, they followed him.

  And like a meteor, Mark hit the coming wave, and like a sword, he sliced it open, and let himself go.

  BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM…..

  And when he stopped, the giant tiger's mouth was ripped from its neck to its head, as like a mirror, slowly it cracked, and then with a loud boom, it was obliterated to oblivion.