Chapter 3: The Summoning of the End
Chaos reigned in the summoning chamber. The air was thick with fear, the walls vibrating under the weight of Frieza's unchecked power. The crippled tyrant, hovering menacingly, still radiated an aura of pure malice, despite his mutilated body. The king and his advisors cowered in a corner, their once-grand plan to summon a savior now turned into a nightmare.
Frieza's laughter filled the room, chilling to the bone, as he toyed with the remaining mages, firing blasts of energy just close enough to send them scrambling for their lives. The once orderly chamber now looked like a war zone—cracked stone, scattered debris, and the charred remains of one unfortunate mage who had dared to stand too close.
"I thought you wanted a warrior," Frieza taunted, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. "Well, here I am, insects. Come now, who's next?"
The king, pale and drenched in sweat, could hardly speak. His gaze darted to Archmage Cailen, whose trembling hands gripped his staff. The once-confident wizard now looked like a man on the verge of breaking. But they had no choice; they had to try again, or their kingdom—and perhaps the entire world—would be doomed to Frieza's sadistic whims.
The king managed to choke out a desperate plea. "We... we must summon again. Quickly!"
Cailen, still horrified by the consequences of their last summoning, shook his head in disbelief. "Your Majesty... if we do this again... it could bring something even worse."
"We don't have a choice!" the king shouted, panic overtaking him. His voice cracked with fear. "This monster will destroy us all if we don't stop him! We need someone stronger, something more powerful!"
Frieza, floating lazily in the center of the room, cocked his head to the side, his sneer widening. "Oh, by all means, summon someone else. I could use more entertainment before I finish you."
The archmage hesitated, his mind racing with the implications of another summoning. But the king's frantic orders, combined with the terror of the monster hovering before them, left him no choice. If they were to survive, they needed to gamble everything.
Cailen raised his staff once again, chanting hurriedly, his voice trembling as he spoke the incantation that reached across the cosmos, seeking another powerful being to pull into their world. The summoning circle flared to life, its ancient runes glowing a blinding white, the air around them thick with crackling energy.
Frieza watched, amused, though his eyes glinted with interest. "Another one?" he mused. "Perhaps this time you'll pull something worth killing."
The room shuddered violently, the magic swirling faster, fiercer than before. The summoning circle glowed with a fiery intensity, the power building to an overwhelming crescendo. The very walls of the chamber began to crack under the strain of the ritual, and for a brief moment, it seemed as if the kingdom itself might tear apart under the force of it.
And then, in a flash of light, the summoning completed.
A new figure stood in the circle.
The atmosphere in the chamber shifted dramatically. Where once there had been oppressive malice, now there was something else—something raw, unstable, and infinitely more dangerous. The figure that emerged was tall, towering even, with green and black carapace-like skin. Its form was grotesque, a twisted version of perfection that sent a wave of dread rippling through the room.
This was not the sleek, complete Cell from the future. This was Form Two Cell, hulking and monstrous, with broad wings and a terrifying, insectoid face. His tail flicked restlessly behind him, his entire body still oozing with the primal hunger for perfection. But what made this scene infinitely worse was the look on Cell's face—one of grim determination and a sickening smile of inevitability.
He was in the final moments before his self-destruction.
Cell stood still for a moment, surveying his surroundings with cold, calculating eyes. He seemed to recognize that something was different. He wasn't on Earth anymore, and there was no Gohan, no Z-Warriors in front of him. But that didn't matter. His body was already seconds away from exploding.
"Interesting..." Cell mused, his deep, reverberating voice echoing through the chamber. He looked down at his own hands, glowing faintly with the energy of his impending self-detonation. "I was just about to destroy everything... and now, I find myself here."
Frieza, still floating arrogantly behind him, narrowed his eyes at the new arrival. His amusement flickered, replaced with wariness. He could sense that this creature was different. Powerful, yes, but there was something... wrong about him.
"You," Frieza called out, his voice cutting through the tension. "You look like someone who knows destruction. Are you here to entertain me as well?"
Cell turned slowly, locking eyes with Frieza. For a brief moment, the two of them sized each other up, their auras clashing, the very air between them seeming to crackle with tension. But then Cell's grim smile returned.
"I don't care who you are," Cell said, his voice calm but laced with menace. "In a few seconds, none of this will matter."
The king, now fully grasping the magnitude of their mistake, stumbled backward, horror etched on his face. "Archmage... what have we done?"
Cailen's heart dropped. The magic had drawn them not a savior, but a ticking time bomb—a creature moments away from annihilating everything in sight. Cell's energy was spiraling out of control, and it was clear he had no intention of stopping the process.
"We have to stop him!" one of the mages shouted, but it was too late.
Cell's body began to glow with an eerie light, his ki swelling to terrifying levels. "You've all been very unfortunate to witness my final moments," he sneered, his voice filled with deadly satisfaction. "But don't worry—you won't live long enough to regret it."
The energy in the room surged as Cell raised his arms to the sky, his entire body crackling with raw, explosive power. The chamber walls began to fracture further, the ground trembling violently beneath their feet.
"Self-destructing?" Frieza muttered, his expression a mixture of disdain and intrigue. "How pathetic."
Cell's glowing eyes flickered toward Frieza, and his smile widened. "We'll see who's pathetic when you're dust."
The king screamed in terror as the entire room filled with blinding light, Cell's body seconds away from unleashing the full force of his detonation. The archmage dropped to his knees, helpless to stop what was about to happen. The mages scrambled for cover, but they knew there was no escape.
Cell laughed, his voice booming as his energy reached its peak.
"Goodbye, everyone."
And then, in a flash of unimaginable power, the world around them exploded in white.
