Rio walked slowly away from the crater, his body still staggering. The colors surrounding him began to fade. The Color Singularity had drained nearly all his energy. His steps were heavy but calm. He was certain… the battle was over.
Yet, at the edge of his vision, something caught his attention.
The air vibrated. The settled dust… began to dance slowly. Microscopic particles floated, like tiny grains of gold merging one by one in structured movement. Not random. Not natural.
Rio spun around quickly.
In the center of the crater he had just left, a kind of quantum vortex formed—an invisible energy whirlpool drawing free particles from its surroundings. Not just from the ground, but from the air, even from the atomic structure nearby.
Rio realized instantly: "That's… him."
Particle by particle merged to form a skeleton. Bones. Tissue. Nervous system. Everything was reconstructed with precision. Yellow light enveloped the formation, and in less than 30 seconds, Versail's body stood once more—whole, and… stronger.
"I didn't expect you to use Color Singularity," said Versail, his tone flat but his aura far more terrifying. "But you forgot one thing about kinesis…"
Rio reflexively strengthened his Red color.
"…Kinesis isn't just about power, but about understanding. And I, Rio… I have surpassed its limits."
Versail opened his palm. There, a Quantum Pulse swirled—exotic particles that defied classical energy laws. He controlled not just objects, but the existential possibility of the object itself. His kinesis could now reassemble quantum probabilities, manipulating fundamental particles like quarks, bosons, and muons.
Rio narrowed his eyes. "You… came back to life because you rebuilt your body from scratch?"
"Not just the body," Versail answered. "I reprogrammed my existence through particle kinesis. My body is an idea, and I can execute it anytime. Death for me… is merely a pause between two structures of matter."
Rio gritted his teeth.
"Fine," he said. "Then I'll create a color you can't even comprehend."
He raised his hand and manifested Ultra Violet and Infra Red spectrums—colors invisible to ordinary humans. Combining them, he created a new technique:
"Color Beyond Perception" — a color from the dimension of information, impossible to see, hear, or touch, only theoretically comprehensible.
Versail responded with a Superposition Field—a kinesis technique splitting reality into multiple possibilities. Five different versions of himself appeared, each attacking Rio from divergent probable angles.
Rio countered by creating white void spasms, producing "objects" that logically shouldn't exist—forms with partial dimensions, slicing through alternate attack paths.
But Versail kept evolving. He was no longer a human with kinesis, but a kinesis entity—a being whose existence was built from motion and particle control.
One by one, Rio's colors were pushed back. Red weakened because Versail no longer attacked linearly. Blue couldn't attract something whose existence was unfixed. White created, but Versail could alter it before formation. Even Black, which erased, could only erase something—while Versail was now possibility itself.
Rio collapsed.
Versail looked down at him. "You are strong. But you represent fixed things. I am transient."
Rio closed his eyes. Then smiled.
"And you forgot one thing too, Versail…"
From Rio's body emerged a color he had never used before—Grey.
"Grey isn't a neutral color. It is the in-between zone. Between life and death. Between particle and wave. Between color and void. It is ambiguity."
Versail hesitated. "What do you mean…?"
Rio stood, his body now enveloped in Gray Entropy—color entropy. This technique imposed absolute uncertainty on anything it touched, disrupting the probabilistic structure of particles.
Versail tried to re-manipulate Rio, but every kinesis intervention deflected unpredictably. He lost target certainty. Even he began doubting which version of himself was active.
Rio whispered:
"You live because you can choose possibilities. But I will place you where… your choices no longer have form."
The world instantly blurred, like a watercolor painting caught in rain.
Versail screamed. He tried to split himself, tried to remake himself, but all attempts were trapped in the gray field—a domain where no structure could endure.
With a final step, Rio snapped his fingers.
Collapse.
All versions of Versail merged back into a single unstable point. Not dead. But trapped in impossibility. Alive and not alive simultaneously.
And for the first time, Versail fell silent.
Rio stood at the crater's edge once more.
"Sometimes," he said softly, "it's not absolute power that wins… but whoever understands that this world is never black and white."
The sky returned to grey. The wind stopped.
And from the depths of reality, only the grey color remained, swirling slowly… preserving them both as legends in history—one, the master of color. The other, the emperor of particles.
But both now… beyond human limits.