The horizon shimmered with the intensity of their immortal powers.
Even the sun seemed to dim as if shielding itself from the brilliance and destruction unleashed below.
And yet, through it all, neither combatant gave a hint of hesitation. Neither sought to flee.
They were two forces of nature, two immovable objects, clashing in a symphony of destruction and precision.
Their duel was not just physical—it was a battle of wills, of strategy, of centuries of experience and understanding distilled into a single moment of raw, violent beauty.
The desert became unrecognizable. Craters the size of mountains dotted the landscape.
Pillars of sand and energy spiraled endlessly into the sky.
The winds howled with fury, carrying the echoes of countless blows and the scent of scorched earth.
And still, they fought.
Neither weary. Neither faltering.
For what seemed like an eternity, the desert belonged entirely to their battle.
