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"{Void Nova}!"
Darkness and light met, as countless explosions reverberated through the skies, the two powerful bosses fought with almighty divine and cosmic magic, while their soldiers battled right beneath them.
"GRYAARRR!"
I heard the monstrous roars of the Recessed Beasts approaching, their aberrant, mutated forms were covered with white feathers and wings, and several broken halos, distorted horrors of what the Sun God believed to be "Ascended Beings", his madness was never gone, it was right there present as always.
If anything, he had simply made peace with it, he had assimilated his madness into his body, his personality didn't change, it adapted. He was still a prideful bastard, and he was still mad, believing only his vision of the world was the right one.
