Cosmic Fugitive

The other prisoners tried to fight back too.

An alien prisoner with four arms charged at an Ultraman, all four fists smashing into his chest at once.

The Ultraman did not dodge. He did not even move.

Those fists struck his skin like they had hit a wall—no, like they had hit a star. The prisoner's fists shattered, bones stabbing out from beneath its skin, blood freezing into red crystals in the void. It screamed and staggered back, but that Ultraman reached out and grabbed its arm!

With just a light swing, the alien prisoner was sent flying straight out, slamming into another prisoner, and the two of them vanished into the darkness together.

"Damn it! I'll do it!"

A reptilian prisoner covered head to toe in scales opened its huge mouth and spewed a stream of green flame. The fire burned at an extreme temperature, hot enough to melt alloys, hot enough to vaporize oceans.

It struck an Ultraman in the face, and then—went out. It was not extinguished. It was absorbed. The Ultraman's eyes lit up for a moment, as if tasting the flavor of that flame, and then he opened his mouth and spat out an even brighter, hotter, purer blaze.

It hit the reptilian prisoner head-on.

"Ah—"

It did not even have time to finish screaming before it turned to ash.

"I refuse to believe this!"

A prisoner made of pure energy kept shifting shape in the void, trying to seep into an Ultraman's body. It thought an energy being would not be harmed by physical attacks, thought it could flow into any gap like water. But the instant it touched that Ultraman's skin, it let out a scream.

There was light on that Ultraman's skin—not light on the surface, but light in essence. That light