>>6333152“CHILLI!” you shout, surging to your feet as you feel your son's ki, feel Chilli's ki, vanish. Leaping atop the nearest pillar of rubble, you look over, seeing your son's body impaled by dozens of his own crystals as he collapses. Dropping lifelessly to the arena floor as everyone goes silent. Even the Hulk, as if also sensing this also turns, everyone looking to your son's corpse. Your blood runs cold, wondering how in the hell this could happen, who could have done this to your son? But only one being comes to mind, and as you turn your head, see him dropping out of the air. Clenching your fists, you feel that familiar icy rage begin to burn. Regardless of not being recovered, you're going to make him-!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0BNh7zpBoBUOnly for you to sense something that chills you down to your bones. Freezing in place as your hair stands on end, as a divine power unlike anything you've felt before surges. Turning back to your son, you watch as his body rises. Blood pouring from his wounds as he stands back up, glaring at Doom with his one good eye. Not the one with a lance of crystal through it, and out through the back of his head. “Chilli...?”
“No- GLURK! Not bad.” your son says, coughing up blood to clear his throat, voice barely above a whisper. Yet his voice carries through the still air of the Null Realm, everyone no doubt hearing it. And the subtle threat in his tone as he glares at Doom. “You got me pretty good. Now it's my turn.”
“What is this? You're dead.” Doom says, finally landing atop a large pile of rubble. “You should not still be moving.”
“Dead? Heh. I was dead long before this tournament, Doom. Now, I'm Death.” your son answers, a shiver running up your spine. Your every instinct warning you to run, to flee, to get AWAY from this being. Even your Berserker Soul shrinks back from this divine power, it <span class="mu-s">cowering</span> before whatever Chilli's become. And from his shoulders a pair of skeletal wings begin to grow, his wingspan now more than twice that of his arms as they flap once. Releasing a sickening aura of fear that chills even the Berserker Soul's fury. “And I'm coming for you.”
“Doctor Doom does not fear death!” he declares, gathering his magical energy into his hands. But your son doesn't seemingly react, still staring at Doom with his one good eye, arms hanging limp by his sides as his skeletal wings flap again. The two beings staring one another down, the entire arena holding its breath. Waiting to see what will happen next, who'll make the first move.
Well? Which pov shall we follow?
>Stay as Karn, see what your son has become>Caulifla pov, as she's become another deity wielding the same tier of ancient power>Return to Chilli's pov, experience this power first-hand>Switch to Freeza's pov as his fight with Kefla continues 