Phantom Demon Hirudegarn

In the abandoned factory, Tapion leaned against a wall and drifted off to sleep.

The Hero's Flute slipped from his waist, bounced once on the floor, and rolled half a meter away.

Tapion was exhausted. After so many years sealed away, he was worn down in body and mind.

White wisps of energy began to seep from him.

They grew thicker and more numerous.

They gathered before him, twisting into a patch of extradimensional space.

A rift tore open in the air, its depths pitch-black.

Tapion's eyes snapped open.

A gigantic hand reached out of the rift, fingers spread as it grabbed for him.

The hand was enormous, with hook-sharp nails and dark purple scales covering its skin.

Tapion rolled aside. The hand missed him by inches, grazing his shoulder.

It plunged into the wall behind him, shattering reinforced concrete like tofu.

Half of Hirudegarn's body began to emerge from the rift.

Its massive outline flickered in the darkness, muscles bulging and fangs jutting out.

Its crimson eyes looked savage and cruel.

Tapion lunged for the flute on the floor.

The moment his fingers touched its ceramic surface, he rolled upright and pressed it to his lips.

As the flute's notes rang out, Hirudegarn grew restless.

Then the rift began to shrink.

Hirudegarn's upper body let out a furious roar.

But the rift kept closing until it vanished.

Hirudegarn was sealed inside Tapion again.

Tapion sat on the floor, gasping, cold sweat covering his forehead.

Outside the factory.

Kid Trunks carried a bag of food.

Tapion had looked so cool as a hero from space earlier.

Now Kid Trunks was bringing the strange hero something to eat.

Just as he reached the alley, someone called from behind him.

"Trunks."

Kid Trunks turned and saw Son Gohan standing a short distance