A silence louder than sound.
Then—
BOOM.
Their auras exploded, one of celestial dominion, the other forged from compressed chaos and endless fury. Energy flooded the void, distorting time and erasing the stars nearest them.
Kairyuuha’s fists lit up with coiling bands of volatile dark energy.
Vorthal’Zyn’s arms were glowing with radiant truth, forged from holy equations and bound law.
They charged—
Too fast to be seen.
In the space between instants, their fists collided—
Reality shattered.
The planet beneath them ceased to exist, torn to atoms by the sheer recoil. Shockwaves rippled across galaxies, igniting ancient suns into unintentional supernovas.
Comets melted. Moons were flung from orbit. Space itself rippled like heatstroke.
They vanished.
Then clashed again.
Then again.
Every collision was a cataclysm.
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Every blow tore another wound into the fabric of the observable universe.
Entire belts of stars buckled and turned to void-glass.
Vorthal’Zyn summoned a dozen divine lances from thin air, hurling them at Kairyuuha with absolute precision.
But—
> “Compression Barrier: Absolute Null.”
They crumpled midair*, like paper against a collapsing neutron star.
Kairyuuha vanished. Reappeared.
His fist smashed into Vorthal’Zyn’s face with such force, the Custodian tore through an entire galaxy, shattering star clusters as he skidded across the cosmos and out of the belt’s edge.
The galaxy behind them began to fold inward, unable to contain the war it had hosted.
Bleeding and furious, Vorthal’Zyn floated still. Then whispered:
> “×20 Strength.”
In an instant, he was in front of Kairyuuha again.
They clashed.
Clashed.
Clashed.
Each encounter now left scars in the void—entire blackened rips across space-time.
Kairyuuha’s aura twisted, cloaked in layered silence. His voice low.
> “Aura Manipulation: Dead Kon.”
A flash—brighter than a hundred exploding galaxies—washed everything out.
Vorthal’Zyn screamed as the light devoured him.
When the smoke cleared—he stood, barely.
Limbs missing, eyes dimmed, his divine glow faltering.
He spat blood, panting as the holy sigils spun wildly. He regenerated, bones snapping back, flesh reknitting.
> “He’s holding back...” Vorthal’Zyn whispered.
Kairyuuha smiled faintly.
> “Of course I am. Why rush perfection? You—reduced to this—divine and broken.”
Furious, Vorthal’Zyn drew a radiant lance, now using it as a melee weapon.
Kairyuuha’s daggers appeared—gleaming obsidian, their edges slicing space just by existing.
They met in another storm of blows.
Their blades danced, and space wept.
The galactic belt gained deep slash marks, like a god had carved through the heavens with claws.
Vorthal’Zyn aimed to cleave Kairyuuha’s chest.
But Kairyuuha ducked, twisted, and launched a jaw-cracking kick upward, sending the Custodian hurtling.
> “Blade of Darkness.” he whispered.
Then—vanished.
Dozens of slashes streaked toward Vorthal’Zyn like death’s calligraphy.
He blocked some. Others tore through him. But he *endured*.
> “Tenth Lotus Slash.” Kairyuuha finished.
Vorthal’Zyn staggered, slashed to near ruin.
But in a flash of fury, he roared and slammed a glowing foot forward.
Kairyuuha didn’t flinch.
Vorthal’Zyn's leg exploded.
> “Reality Compression Shield. You forgot,” Kairyuuha murmured, smug.
The Custodian’s fury boiled over.
> “×300 Strength—NOW.”
He disappeared, then reappeared behind Kairyuuha, kicking his head with a force that sent him rocketing across space, tearing rifts through dimensions.
As Kairyuuha flew, he thought—
> “He pierced my compression layer...? So—reality can be nullified. If enhanced enough.”
Mid-flight, he flipped in air, let out a slow breath—
Then reversed momentum, using the collapsing space as a springboard.
He appeared instantly behind Vorthal’Zyn, and—
Stabbed.
But—
Vorthal’Zyn smirked.
> “Finally,” the Custodian said.
A trap?
A reversal?
Or—
Something else about to awaken?
