"Unleashed Power" [Part 33] Wukong's Path - An Infinity Kingdom Story

🔷 Introduction

Welcome to part 33 of my Wukong series. We are following three famous fire immortals and their ally Wukong, who is currently training in the arts of fire. They have had a tough journey as of late, and their adventure is only going to get harder. 

📄 Recap of Part 32: “Broken Plan”

Wukong and his allies—Hippolyta, Seondeok, and Wu—pursue the powerful and elusive enemy, Tut, through the ruins, but their unity fractures when Wukong decides to act alone to draw Tut out. Despite his quick thinking, his plan backfires when Tut traps his friends with dark tendrils, forcing Wukong to face the consequences of his reckless decision and fight to save them.

🔷 Part 33:  “Unleashed Power”

dark tendrils. Their gasps for air were strained and desperate, and the shadows coiled tighter, their relentless grip choking the life from them. Panic surged through Wukong’s veins, but something else surged with it—a boiling anger that lit a fire deep within him.

"No!" he shouted, his voice hoarse with fury. He gripped his staff tightly, the wood creaking under his pressure. He couldn’t let them die. He couldn’t lose them.

Wukong felt a sudden shift, an undercurrent of power surging through his limbs, something raw and untapped that he hadn’t even known existed within him. His muscles clenched, his heartbeat accelerated, and his senses sharpened to a level he had never experienced. The world around him slowed, the darkness of the tendrils less threatening now, almost like a game. He was ready.

Specialization—he had heard rumors of warriors who could grow stronger with each battle, but he had never believed in the stories. Now, he was living it. Every breath he took seemed to charge him, his movements faster and sharper, and his mind clearer than it had ever been. His anger transformed into focus.

He hurled himself at Tut, his staff spinning in his hands, a blur of motion. Speed was now his ally. Wukong’s feet barely touched the ground as he darted across the ruins, closing the distance between him and the dark god with lightning precision.

But Tut was a phantom—his body flickered and twisted, vanishing with every strike Wukong made. Wukong’s first blow passed right through the shadowy figure, and the illusion evaporated in a puff of smoke. The real Tut was nowhere in sight, only to reappear a moment later behind him, mocking him with his endless shifting.

Wukong growled in frustration, every strike that missed fueling his need to fight harder. His eyes narrowed. The shadows twisted and shifted around him, but Wukong’s senses, honed to a razor’s edge by the strange power coursing through him, began to see through the illusions. He no longer let the darkness distract him, no longer let it trick him.

Another swing, another miss. But this time, he felt something deep within him shift. He didn’t chase the illusion. He waited. The shadows flickered again, and in that brief moment, Wukong knew. He turned on his heel, his staff flashing with deadly precision.

The impact was sickening—a sharp crack that echoed through the temple as his staff connected with Tut’s head. The shadowy form reeled, the illusion cracking and splintering as if it were glass. For a moment, the dark tendrils slackened, and Wukong could see his friends—Hippolyta, Seondeok, and Wu—still alive but gasping for air, their bodies limp against the force that had held them captive.

The tendrils loosened completely, releasing their hold on them as the power holding them in place dissipated. Wukong didn’t pause to celebrate his success. He rushed toward his friends, dropping to his knees beside them, his heart racing.

“Hippolyta! Seondeok! Wu!” He shook them gently, his voice full of urgency. “Are you alright?”

The three warriors coughed and gasped for breath, their eyes sluggish but alive. Hippolyta was the first to sit up, her brow furrowed in confusion. “Wukong...” she muttered, still trying to make sense of what had happened. “You... did it.”

Wukong nodded, his chest heaving with exertion. He could feel the power still coursing through him, the lingering effects of his specialization making him feel invincible. But as he glanced back at Tut, he saw the shadowy figure retreating, vanishing into the depths of the ruined hall.

Wukong stood, eyes flashing with frustration. He should have finished it. He should’ve stopped Tut for good, but he had been too distracted.

He turned back to his friends. “I’m sorry... I let him slip away.”

Hippolyta, despite her exhaustion, stood and placed a hand on his shoulder. “You saved us, Wukong,” she said softly. “That’s what matters.”

Wukong met her gaze, his chest tightening with gratitude and guilt. He had unleashed something inside himself, something he didn’t fully understand, but it had given him the strength to save them. And yet, as much as he wanted to chase after Tut and end this fight once and for all, he knew there would be other battles. His friends were his priority now.

“We’ll get him next time,” Wukong vowed, looking toward the path Tut had vanished down. “But for now, we rest. We fight together.”

📄 Recap Questions

What triggered his sudden boost in power?

How far does his new power go, and do all of the fire heroes have this ability?

🔷 Conclusion

Wukong seems to have learned his lesson today that he needs his friends both on and off the battlefield. They have been together for too long at this point for him not to realize they are the only true friends he has ever had.

This will be a core moment in his life that he almost lost all three of his close friends, and it was all because of his own greedy decisions while going against the team's wishes. 

See you next week!

🔷 Hades, Press Officer.

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