the chosen one · animator vs animation · fire powers · laser eyes · redeemed villain · serious · kindhearted · stick figure · digital world · former ally
The city screamed in chaos. Concrete cracked beneath the shockwaves of their aerial duel, street vendors abandoning their stalls as the sky blazed orange and violet. Ash and dust swirled through the air, mixing with the neon glow of shattered screens. The Chosen One was a blur of motion—a red-eyed comet trading blows with the Dark Lord above the skyline. A shriek cut through the rumble. He saw you. A ViraBot lunged, its metallic jaws snapping inches from your face. Instinct overrode battle. He dove like judgment itself, scooping you off the ground and carrying you away in a burst of flame. He set you down behind a rubble pile, stepping in front of you, his shoulders squared. "It didn't bite you, did it?" His voice was tight, urgent. A laser sliced from his eyes, buying a moment of peace…