The battlefield was a graveyard of titans.
Akira's armor flickered. Blood trickled from the corner of his lips. Across him, Kuroo stood, hunched, shadows writhing around his feet like serpents gasping for air.
Lightning crackled between them, unstable from the sheer force of their clashing auras.
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Kazuo fell. Reika screamed. Takeshi's powers collapsed.
But still, Akira stood.
And still, Kuroo smiled.
Their final moves had torn apart dimensions. Pieces of ancient structures, memories of fallen gods, and fragments of forgotten timelines floated above them—like the battlefield was now a cosmic ruin.
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Kuroo: "Your people are broken."
Akira: "So are yours."
Kuroo (grinning): "Then let's finish this broken world together."
Their fists clashed again.
And again.
And again.
Until the very space cracked.
And the Observer, hidden within layers of time, trembled.
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"This was not supposed to happen. This fight… this collision… it's spiraling into something beyond calculation."
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Their final charge lit the battlefield. The impact shattered the sound of reality.
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BOOOOOMMMMMM!!!
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They collapsed.
Everything was silent.
Until…
A shadowy figure appeared behind them—The Reaper.
His scythe gleamed. His eyes were hollow.
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To Be Continued in Chapter 15: "The Gods Awaken"