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โฆThe Fallen Shadowโง
Silence.
The battlefield was an endless wasteland of dead stars and shattered galaxies. Dust drifted where once suns had burned bright. Silence stretched across the voidโuntil the faint, harsh sound of labored breathing broke it.
There, lying broken on the blood-soaked ground of a fractured planet, was Xorath. His cloak was torn into scraps, his once-proud armor shattered into nothing but splinters of shadow. Blood streamed from his mouth, his chest, his arms. Pools of crimson spread beneath him, merging with the cracked surface of the dying world he had crashed upon.
His eyes, dim yet not extinguished, stared upward at the ruins of the cosmos above. His body screamed for rest, but his spiritโblack, stubborn, unyieldingโrefused to surrender.
Above him, standing tall and victorious, was Cleaving. His jaw was fractured, his leg still broken, but he stood. His chest heaved, his aura radiated fury, and his presence dominated the void.
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(spitting blood, glaring down)
โฆ It's over, Xorath. Stay down. Your blood has already written your defeat.โฆ
For a moment, the void believed him. For a moment, it seemed the war had ended.
But thenโ
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โฆThe Rise Againโง
Xorath's fingers twitched. His hands clawed against the ground. His shoulders trembled. Slowly, agonizingly, impossiblyโhe pushed himself upright. Blood ran freely from his wounds, dripping in crimson trails. His body quaked under its own weight, but his will burned hotter than any pain.
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(hoarse, coughing blood, yet defiant)
โฆ โฆ Iโฆ will not fall.โฆ
His legs buckled, but still he rose. His spine straightened, his eyes sharpened, and his auraโthough faint and flickeringโwrapped around him once more. A storm of bloodied shadows, a battered but unbroken warrior.
Cleaving's eyes widened in disbelief.
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(snarling, voice full of fury and dread)
โฆ No. Not again, knucklehead!โฆ
The words thundered across the void, filled with both rage and a hint of unease. For every time Xorath fell, he rose againโand each time, stronger than before.
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โฆThe Chargeโง
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(low, steady, terrifyingly calm)
โฆ If blood is the priceโฆ then I will pay it.โฆ
With that vow, his body moved.
Xorath exploded forward, his speed leaving cracks across space itself. Shadows wrapped around his fists, chains of darkness binding his rage into weapons. His strikes came fast, relentless, enhanced not by recoveryโbut by sheer willpower pushing him beyond his limits.
The first punch cracked the air like thunder, grazing Cleaving's ribs and shaking the fractured void. The second tore through the shattered remains of planets, forcing Cleaving to step back.
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(blocking, gritting his teeth)
โฆ Damn you! You don't know when to die!โฆ
Xorath said nothing. His silence was heavier than words. Punch after punch cameโwild, brutal, yet controlled by desperation. Each strike carried blood, pain, and defiance.
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โฆThe Shaking Cosmosโง
As their battle raged, something else stirred.
At first, it was subtle. Planets quivered. Moons shifted out of orbit. Stars flickered unnaturally. Then it grew strongerโentire solar systems trembling as though the universe itself had caught a fever.
A deep rumble spread across the void. The shaking grew. Plates of cosmic rock split. Black holes vibrated. The tremors grew into a cataclysm.
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(glancing around, even mid-fight)
โฆ What is thisโฆ this quake?โฆ
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(snarling, clutching his jaw)
โฆ Hmphโฆ not me. Something else stirs.โฆ
And then it cameโthe unmistakable roar of two other titans.
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โฆThe Shiftโง
Across the void, through the crumbling remains of galaxies, another war was beginning to ignite. The sound was primal. The energy was cataclysmic.
From the distance, their power could be felt.
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(eyes narrowing, feeling the surge)
โฆ That presenceโฆโฆ
It was Doomsday.
The beast had risen, his meteorite fists clenched, his aura devouring the cosmos. And before him, standing firm with golden eyes blazing, was none other than Wukong. The Monkey King gripped his staff of justice, his laughter echoing like a drumbeat of defiance.
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(grinning, pointing his staff at Doomsday)
โฆ Come on, big rock. Let's see who breaks first!โฆ
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(low, monstrous growl)
โฆ โฆ You will.โฆ
The tension between them was unbearable, shaking the very foundations of the cosmos. Every star, every planet, every fragment of existence trembled under the weight of what was about to happen.
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โฆThe Foreshadowed Clashโง
Back where Cleaving and Xorath fought, both warriors instinctively paused, their instincts drawn to the titanic aura building in the distance. Even amid their own war, they knewโthe collision of those two would be catastrophic.
The trembling grew worse. Planets cracked like glass. Galaxies shivered as though on the brink of collapse.
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(spitting blood, sneering)
โฆ Let them clash. It changes nothing. You and Iโour war isn't done.โฆ
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(wiping blood from his mouth, glaring with burning eyes)
โฆ Then let the universe shake. I'll fight through the quake.โฆ
And yetโฆ even as they spoke, the shadow of the new clash loomed larger. The void itself bent, preparing for impact.
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โฆThe Final Build-upโง
Wukong twirled his staff, its length growing until it stretched across light-years, glowing golden with the weight of justice. His laughter was wild, unchained.
Doomsday clenched both fists, his body glowing like molten stone, the raw power of destruction pulsing through him. His growl deepened, his steps shattered stars.
The two titans closed the distanceโevery stride collapsing worlds, every breath splitting reality. Their auras collided first, a storm of destruction and defiance. The clash was inevitable.
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(whispering to himself, feeling the quake run through his bones)
โฆ โฆ They're about to clash.โฆ
The universe held its breath. Time seemed to pause. Space bent inward.
And thenโ
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