Terry executed the initial offensive maneuver with calculated precision, commanding the thousands of drones under his control to unleash a barrage of coordinated attacks directed squarely at the dark sphere, their synchronized fire painting the isolated void with streaks of glowing projectiles that hummed through the emptiness like a deadly swarm of luminous insects.

The dark sphere, still manifesting in the formidable shape of Mjolnir, weaved nimbly through the vast expanse of space, its movements fluid and evasive as it dodged each incoming missile by the narrowest of margins, a mere hair's breadth, leaving trails of distorted reality in its wake, the near-misses crackling with residual energy that briefly illuminated the surrounding darkness.

Every deliberate movement of the black sphere was coerced and constrained, the relentless onslaught of missiles strategically funneling it along a singular escape route amid the unyielding bombardment, each explosion and trajectory calculated to limit its options in the cold, unforgiving vacuum.

"Target in place," Terry announced emotionlessly, his voice devoid of any inflection as he fixed his gaze on the black sphere, now positioned precisely where his intricate computations had intended it to be, suspended in the exact coordinates of his tactical trap.

The missiles had never been deployed with the primary intention of directly striking the black sphere; instead, they served as a herding mechanism, a symphony of explosive diversions engineered to maneuver the enigmatic weapon into the predetermined location that Terry had meticulously orchestrated within the confines of the isolated space.

Boom!

The black sphere, maintaining its form as Mjolnir, hurtled through the void in a chaotic tumble from the force of the initial explosion, its metallic surface glinting sporadically under the faint starlight as shockwaves rippled outward, disturbing the fabric of space like concentric waves in an invisible pond.

"Oh?" Aaron commented from his vantage point outside the isolated space, a subtle note of surprise coloring his otherwise composed demeanor as he observed Terry's flawlessly executed assault unfold with unexpected ingenuity.

[Space mines,] the system identified succinctly, highlighting the concealed threat that had detonated.

"Yup," Aaron affirmed, his interest piqued. "The interesting thing is how he placed them without anyone noticing.

You wouldn't know where the space mine is," he elaborated, elevating his opinion of the android's strategic acumen, acknowledging the stealthy deployment that blended seamlessly into the cosmic backdrop.

Of course, Aaron had seen through the deception of the space mines effortlessly, every hidden location of the explosive devices laid bare to his perceptive gaze, their positions glowing like beacons in his mind's eye amid the infinite expanse.

With his innate talent over space, it would have been utterly comical, bordering on absurd if he couldn't easily pierce through such veils of concealment, his mastery allowing him to unravel the threads of spatial manipulation with casual intuition.

The lingering dust and debris from the explosion gradually dissipated into the void, revealing the black sphere in its spotless condition, not bearing a single mark or blemish from the devastating blast, its integrity preserved amid the chaos.

Encircling the hammer form, a protective force field composed of crackling lightning had materialized, shimmering with electric blue hues that warded off the explosive force, the energy barrier pulsing rhythmically like a living shield forged from storm essence.

The black sphere activated its storm caller ability with deliberate intent, channeling bolts of divine lightning toward Terry, while a tumultuous cloud of charged electricity coalesced above the hammer, roiling with dark cumulonimbus formations that crackled ominously in the vacuum.

The divine lightning surged forward toward Terry, its path disintegrating the very structure of space as it streaked past, accompanied by sharp, resounding crackles that echoed through the isolated zone like thunderclaps in a silent storm.

Two elongated, pointed rods emerged from Terry's chest plating with mechanical smoothness, angling precisely in the direction of the incoming lightning assault, their tips gleaming with conductive alloys designed to intercept and harness the raw electrical fury.

The lightning was seamlessly conducted through the sharp points of the rods and channeled into the armor encasing Terry, the surge of energy flowing like a river of power into his systems, undeterred by the vacuum's lack of atmosphere.

This intercepted lightning was efficiently converted by Terry's quantum core into usable energy, the process humming with internal efficiency as the core's intricate mechanisms absorbed and repurposed the volatile force without waste.

Terry extended his hand outward with methodical poise, activating every integrated energy cannon built into his advanced suit, their barrels glowing with building charge as they came online, ready to unleash their destructive potential.

"Energy cannon ready for action, ready for blast. Locking onto target. Target locked successfully," the cold, monochromatic voice of ARXON-Ω intoned, its tone flat and mechanical, filling Terry's auditory systems with confirmatory data.

The AI seamlessly integrated within Terry's framework, providing real-time oversight and enhancements to his combat protocols.

"Go ahead and fire," Terry instructed without hesitation, his command cutting through the digital interface like a directive from an unyielding commander.

[Enemy weakness analyzed. Force field analyzed and neutralized. Cannon can be fired,] the NEMURA Protocol active AI informed Terry promptly, displaying a comprehensive database on his internal screen that detailed every scanned vulnerability of the black sphere, from structural integrity to energy signatures.

The intricate computations performed by Terry and his supporting AI systems were executed in less than a nanosecond, with the relayed information transmitted instantaneously through neural connections that bypassed conventional delays.

With all preparatory processes swiftly completed, the cannon discharged its payload without further preamble.

The blazing energy plasma erupted toward the black sphere, shattering the sound barrier in its acceleration and achieving a staggering velocity of 200 times the speed of sound, streaking through space like a comet of incandescent fury.

In response, the black sphere conjured another protective force field similar to the previous one, intending to shield itself from the impending attack, the barrier shimmering into existence with a familiar electric hum.

But, contrary to its expectations, the energy plasma effortlessly bypassed the force field as if it were nonexistent, slicing through the barrier without resistance and striking the hammer form with unmitigated force.

The black sphere was propelled backward from the impact, tumbling uncontrollably through the void in a spiral of disorientation.

Boom!

The ego weapon collided with another concealed space mine, enduring additional damage as the explosion engulfed it in a bloom of fiery debris and shockwaves.

Boom!

It careened into yet another space mine, the pattern repeating in a relentless sequence. Soon, the ego weapon found itself ensnared in a chain reaction of detonations, bouncing from one space mine to the next with no opportunity to stabilize or regain composure, its trajectory meticulously controlled by the calibrated blast impacts that directed it toward the nearest explosive device each time.

"Guess the battle is over," Aaron observed with a satisfied smile, his face beaming with an expression of amused finality as he watched the spectacle conclude.

[Why do I feel like this is the result you wanted?]

"What do you mean?" Aaron inquired innocently, though the lingering smile on his face betrayed a deeper layer of intent.

[Don't give me that innocent tone. You wanted your ego weapon to lose. Isn't that a little bit too harsh?]

"Nope," Aaron replied casually. "If it's a weapon that chooses when to serve its master, I just have to tweak it till it pledges absolute loyalty on its volition," he explained, his words laced with strategic pragmatism.

"But I must say, I didn't expect it to lose this badly. Quite an intriguing opponent he faced," Aaron added with a genuine smile, appreciating the android's prowess.

With a effortless gesture of control, he forcefully extracted the black sphere from its perpetual cycle of torment, halting the endless chain of explosions that had trapped it in a loop of detonations across the space mines.

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