"The Sturgeon Disaster Threat System", endorsed by Attorney General Augustus E. Blackwell.

Avalanch: Any potential threat that could cause localized damage and destruction. Can be handled with standard contingency responses.
Deluge: A power that can level an entire city and leave countless dead in its wake. Caution is advised when approaching.
Volcanic: A threat to life in a great radius with the capability for untold damage. If detected, an immediate response is issued with a high-level counterattack.
Cyclone: A major threat to multiple areas and the potential to destabilize an entire nation. All resources and available countermeasures must be thrown in to ensure its cessation.
Nuclear: A force so overwhelmingly powerful and destructive that we would be largely powerless to stop it, nothing less than living nuke that could turn nations to bone and ash

"BEYOND TIERS."

Omega: If an Omega threat is encountered, Contingent Antikythera will be activated, and every military power on Earth will enter court martial. There have only been nine instances of Omega threats in Sturgeon's 3,500-year history.
Apollyon: [READACTED]


A tremendous blast rips through the air like a thunderous cannonball, as the colossal body of the Demon Emperor crashes into the plaza unstoppable might of a falling comet. The impact is cataclysmic that shatters the concrete beneath it into a labyrinthine network of fractures that spreads like a spiderweb, the burst of energy capable of shearing a mountain in half hurling swirling fragments of concrete and pulverized metal into the atmosphere.

The explosive surges through the ground and launches entire buildings into the sky. Massive structures that were once rooted firmly in the ground are wrenched from their foundations and semd soaring through the sky like marionettes cut loose from their strings, their weightless ascent defying all laws of physics. The pipes used for the primitive drainage system imploded in a shower of shards like deadly shrapnel, the waters surging through them boiling from the burst of the demon emperor's body and creating a haunting chorus that echoes through the ravaged streets.

The blast, as if fueled by the destruction, eradicates half of the plaza in a flash of power that swallows the world like the judgment of God.

As the airborne structures reach the zenith of their ascent, gravity reasserts its dominion over them. They begin their descent, hurtling back towards the ground with an alarming velocity. The impact zones become points of concentrated devastation, creating craters in the earth as the buildings crash down with bone-shattering force.

One of those buildings nearly crushes Calca and what was left of her army, but with a simple, almost harmless-looking slap, Zunk obliterates the incoming structure in a swirling maelstrom of debris and splintered planks

Then, at long less, the eruption settles, and for a longprolonged second that seems to stretch out forever, the world falls silent.

Rising from the rumbles, the maws of her wings filled with the meat left of the demon emperor as the feast continuously, she laughs once again, this time missing any malice that had threatened to plunge the world into darkness. Where her fist had met the ground, straight through the neck of the Lord of Wrath, a a ravin that bisected the capital in half was formed.

The shops and residents had vanished.

Trees and animals are absent.

Nothing remains but a hollow expanse where her beloved people had once strived.

NFC EXHIBITION MATCH: Alduin Von Trier (Former-Champion) VS Evil Lord Wrath aka "The Demon Emperor"

TIME: 8:17

VICTOR: Alduin Von Trier

With a single leap, the women soared through the air like an arrow before gracefully colliding with the ground just meters away from them.

"Hope this fight helped you unwind, Alduin." Zunk's voice, laced with a hint of playful sarcasm, cut through the air, breaking their stooper as he tossed a golden belt toward the women. Without even looking, she caught the shiny object, placing it across her belly as the striped flesh on her knuckle pulled itself together, the wicked wings retracting into her back as if they had never existed.

"You bet you regretful ass that I did." she replied, a twinkle of amusement and malice in her eyes "My muscles had been aching for a good fight for so long, I almost thought I would die from boredom." She added with a boisterous laugh, the sound echoing across the battlefield.

Then, turning toward the speechless Quuen, she placed a cinderblock of an arm on top of her shoulder, garnering a silent inhale of indignation from Remedios.

"Now, your highness, tell me when the royal family usually dines, because I am starving."


Have you ever played "The Bath Game"?

The spear coursed through the swallowed water, tip finding its mark and plunging into the unsuspecting body of a swift and agile fish, flesh, and fins parting away that elicited a momentary spray of black blood that mingled with the pristine water, diluting its clarity.

Just as in any game, there are rules one must follow, regardless of the consequences

The wounded fish convulsed, its vibrant fins flailing and his body twisted, as if in a final act of defiance. But the spear which had embedded into the lake floor, held the prey firmly ensnared. A surge of pride surged through the Lizardman's body as the fish finnaly succumbed to its injuries, the struggle for survival relinquished to the prowess of the demi-human.

1: You must do the bath game alone, for no one likes nosy gazes

Jumping into the water the young demi-human ripped the spear from the fish body, throwing it to the side with a noiseless thud.

2: Make sure the water is stained by a dark liquid that obscures the bottom and ensure that nothing can get to the shores

A grin stretched across his relatively small face, the thought of bringing the fish he had hunted himself to his family making his heart beat with excitement.

3: Take a deep breath, make sure it hurts just a little, and know you will not be coming back up for a while. Don't look up

As mentioned before, the aquatic creature's blood had tainted the once crystal-clear water, so with a deep breath, he ducked into the inky water.

4: Your vision will eventually blur, but when you hit the wall, you must remember to Dive. Deeper.

Guided only by his inborn instinct, the young lizardman moved in search of the lost fish, the dim viscous paste growing darker as his body pushed deeper toward the bottom, only the thought of finally making his father proud occupying his mind.

w̷a̷s̷ ̷i̷t̷ ̷a̷l̷w̷a̷y̷s̷ ̷t̷h̷i̷s̷ ̷d̷e̷e̷p̷?̷

Above him, in an explosion of burning light, a hot beam in the shape of lighting plunged into the lake, the temperature of the water spiking five to ten times high, making the son of Zaryusu Shasha scream in pain, the viscous liquid surging into his lung.

But despite common sense, he continues his search for the lost fish, even when his undeveloped lizard-brain beged him to run.

5: Meet the Sea Emperor and receive your prize!

With one last push of his reptilian legs, he hit the bottom of the lake and fell through

6: The Bath Game will end when the Emperor is pleased and the sea is fed

With a gasp of agony, his right shoulder broke through something hard, the cracking sound mingling with the sharp pain that shot through his arm. Though his vocal cords refused to cooperate, his eyes widened in disbelief as they beheld the astonishing sight that lay before him.

It was an underwater kingdom, an ethereal fusion of beauty and terror that left him spellbound, the fish body he had managed to catch before being pulled through now slipping from his grip and sinking into the watery abyss

Spread out across the sea's depths was a sprawling obsidian city, seamlessly merged with the vibrant coral reefs shining in the sunless sea. These coral formations pulsed with an otherworldly radiance, casting mesmerizing hues into the surrounding waters. The colors danced before his eyes, a hypnotic symphony of vibrant purple, crimson, and verdant that were intermixed with colors entirely alien to him.

At the entrance to the submerged city, a breathtaking sight awaited him. Towering on either side of a grand throne were two colossal statues, their imposing presence left his hands trembling.

Pilot lights swung hypnotically from the skeletal frames of their skulls, casting eerie shadows that danced along the sea floor. But it was their eyes and mouths that defied all expectations, disregarding the conventional anatomy of creatures. Gleaming white orbs resembling precious gemstones replaced their traditional sockets, radiating an unearthly glow. Where their mouths should have been was gaping, and shapeless holes through which an eyeless snake pushed its head out, its expression even though animalistic, stuck in a preparation scream

In one of the statue's colossal hands, a mighty sword was clutched firmly, its gleaming blade pointed skyward. The hilt of the sword was adorned with several menacing spikes that curled around the statue's hand and pushed into its 'skin'.

On the other side, the other statue wielded an imposing hammer, the intricately designed hammerhead gleaming with a metallic sheen, reflecting the light emitted by the extensive metropolis.

And standing beneath the beckoning structures stood a throne that made his teeth ache as a hole hovered above it, and something crawled from within.

The being had no order or meaning, static and darkness given form, battered by the unceasing hiss that lived outside of the echo of sound. Every molecule of ease or courage was crushed by the discord of whispers and harrowing hisses, the pain in his right arm dissipating as the Emperor spares the tiniest fraction of its attention toward him.

The horrific image of molded meat suddenly rose from the throne, his body twisted violently on itself as black lighting mended into appendages and the sea split open.

The seafloor parted under the Emperor's will, and hundreds of barbed tentacles that ended in gaping maws rose from the dark bellow, the city falling to ruin as they surged toward him, leaving a crackling trail of electrical darkness.

The statues screamed as the snake lurking in their 'throat' thrashed around until the head of the sculptures fell to the floor, enveloped by the amorphous tentacles.

His mind goes blank for a second, his consciousness wrested away from her grasp by the icy terror circulating through his vein as he flails around, trying to push himself away but failing.

And, as massive tentacles encircled his body, a hand graved onto his collar and pulled him out, the underwater city fading and the Emeperor's featureless face blooming into a crocked grin before darkness overtook him.

Congratulation Lirius Shasha, you've won "The Bath Game"


Notes:

Additional threat level of capable fighters not affiliated with the NFC:

Sea Emperor: Omega(unknown)

Lirius Shasha(susceptible to change): null(susceptible to change)

If you have any questions, don't forget to leave them in the comment.