The battlefield was a graveyard of shattered peaks and burning valleys. The tyrannical man stood in the center, smoke rising from his body, his grin bloodied but unyielding. Flames clung to him like molten chains, lightning still scorched across his chest, yet his feet dug into the earth with terrifying resolve.
The red dragon rose, his body cracked with burns, scales broken, flames guttering yet alive. Beside him, the silver dragon panted heavily, arcs of lightning less frequent, but his eyes still sharp. The two brothers hovered above the crater, wings trembling but unbroken.
"Brother…" the red dragon rumbled, "we can't keep dragging this out. He'll grind us down."
The silver dragon's gaze narrowed. "Then we finish it here. One last strike. Storm and flame—together."
The tyrannical man bellowed a laugh, the sound shaking the mountains."Together? Come! I'll break you both!"
He stomped forward, the earth quaking, his fists raised like hammers of iron.
The brothers exchanged a glance — wordless, but enough.
The red dragon ascended into the air, his flames spiraling upward into a burning cyclone. His body glowed brighter, scales cracking, fire erupting through every wound until he resembled a sun descending upon the world. The air bent under the weight of his domination, an authority that declared all must bow.
The silver dragon compressed himself even further, his lightning folding inward until his entire form became a blade of stormlight. His arcs no longer scattered randomly — they aligned, sharp, focused, every spark converging into lethal precision. His body pulsed with the destructive rhythm of tribulation, judgment itself honed into a single edge.
Below, the tyrannical man roared and leapt into the sky. His muscles bulged grotesquely, skin ripping, blood boiling off his frame. He raised both fists, raw strength surging, as if he intended to crush the heavens themselves.
And then they collided.
The red dragon descended like a falling star, his flames pouring downward in a pillar that could burn seas dry.The silver dragon shot forward as a streak of storm, his lightning a blade that cut through reality itself.And the tyrant met them with both fists, swinging upward to split the world.
Boom!
The explosion swallowed all sight. Mountains were vaporized, rivers boiled into steam, and the land fractured into endless fissures. The heavens darkened, and for a moment, it seemed as if creation itself recoiled.
Through the storm of destruction, a scream tore free.
It was not from the dragons.
The tyrannical man's fists had met their combined strike — and for the first time, they had not held. His bones snapped, his arms twisted under the pressure, his body engulfed by fire and lightning. He fought, even then, muscles bursting, veins exploding, his raw will refusing to break.
But flame and thunder refused to yield.
The red dragon's fire burned his flesh to ash, consuming the brute's will to dominate. The silver dragon's lightning pierced through, searing his very soul, tribulation marking him as unworthy.
With one final roar, the brothers pushed — flame and lightning entwined, their powers becoming one, a spear of stormfire that pierced straight through the tyrannical man's chest.
His grin lingered even as his body was consumed, defiant until the end. "Strong… you're strong… HAHAHA—"
The rest was silence.
His body disintegrated, not with weakness, but with the glory of a warrior who had defied the impossible until the last breath. The shockwave of his fall tore through the battlefield, leaving behind nothing but a hollow crater — and the echo of his laughter fading into dust.
The two dragons hovered above, bodies battered, wings trembling. Their breaths came ragged, yet their eyes were clear.
The red dragon turned to his brother. "It's done."
The silver dragon's gaze lifted toward the distant sky, where Khai and Damien's clash still raged. His voice was low, solemn. "No. It's only beginning. We have to reach him… before it's too late."
…
The world trembled beneath their battle.
Every time Damien's halberd struck, mountains were reduced to dust, seas were split apart, and the earth itself howled under the weight of his blows. Khai's silver spear met each strike with equal force, thunderous echoes stretching beyond the horizon, his aura like a tidal wave crashing ceaselessly against Damien's storm.
"Brother!" Damien's voice thundered, each word carried on the ripples of his destructive aura. "Give me what I came for, and this ends! No more needless death—no more resistance!"
Khai's breath was harsh, but his eyes — deep, burning blue — glared with fury and sorrow that no words could soothe. "You… killed her. You dare stand here and talk of peace after Raven's blood stains your hands?" His spear spun, each movement a storm of grief forged into violence. "Even if I die here, Damien… you won't leave alive."
The halberd carved arcs of slaughter, slicing apart the very sky. "So you choose death, then." Damien's lips twisted into something between a sneer and a grimace. "So be it."
They clashed again.
The planet beneath them fractured further with every collision. Volcanoes erupted where their strikes landed. Oceans were vaporized into steam as flame and aura clashed with piercing spear strikes. The crust split open, magma spraying like blood from the dying world.
Khai's heart pounded with every exchange. His spear shook not just with his wrath, but with his grief. He saw Raven's smile in every flicker of light, heard her laughter in every dying echo. His chest burned, not from Damien's strikes, but from the memory of what he had lost.
"You took her from me!" Khai's roar shook the heavens. His spear thrust forward, silver light bursting into thousands of lances, each one carrying the weight of his pain. "You took everything!"
Damien met the attack with a wide sweep of his halberd, obliterating the lances with brute force, the backlash scattering continents into dust. His eyes narrowed, a flash of something complicated within them — guilt, anger, or perhaps pride. But his aura surged even fiercer.
The planet screamed beneath them.
Continents cracked like shattered glass, the core itself destabilizing under the godlike duel. In a final, deafening groan, the world gave way — bursting apart in a cataclysm of light and stone.
The brothers were thrown into the void, yet their battle did not cease. Amidst drifting chunks of molten rock and the silence of the stars, they clashed once more.
Here, in the emptiness, their strikes seemed even louder. Each blow birthed novas of destruction, ripples of force that bent space around them.
Khai's aura burned hotter, grief hardening into resolve. In the reflection of Damien's cold eyes, he saw not just a brother — but the murderer of their family, the usurper who had cut down blood for power.
"No stars, no heavens, no worlds—" Khai spun his spear, silver arcs trailing behind like comets, "—will witness me stop until you fall."
Damien's halberd rose, black flames burning at its edge. "Then let the universe watch you die, brother."
Spear and halberd collided again — and in that silent, endless void, their war became a storm that even the stars seemed to tremble at.