"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"
"BOOM!"
"BOOOOOOOM!"
Explosions tore through the endless void as gray light clashed with black, each collision birthing shockwaves that cracked the fabric of space itself. Swords and metallic fists met again and again, every impact like a dying star screaming across the abyss.
The battle between the True Depravita of Wrath and the Vorometallicae Lord raged with increasing ferocity, each strike sharper, heavier, more desperate than the last.
Vlad's eyes narrowed as Eligos slipped beneath his guard with terrifying precision. The metallic titan's movement defied reason — too fluid, too disciplined. A storm-like fist surged toward Vlad's face, wrapped in coils of dark wind. Space trembled around it, and the power radiating from that blow could have crushed a planet's core.
Yet, the strike never landed.
Just as the punch reached his skin, Vlad's body shimmered. The fist passed through him harmlessly, leaving nothing but distortion in its wake.
