The sky of Stones trembled, splitting the world into two factions: Omega and Alpha. However, amidst the chaos, everyone's attention was fixed on one arena: the circle of the Genesis tree roots that shone like a sacred stage. There, two figures stood facing each other—Fitran, wielding the dark Excalibur now glowing with elemental aura, and Zeus, the queen of the sky, his body wrapped in flashes of lightning.

  Zeus stepped forward, lightning coiling around his wrist, forming a glowing spear. His voice boomed like thunder, “Do you think mere mortals can rival the will of the heavens?” His figure was strong, with a piercing gaze that seemed capable of burning anyone who dared to challenge his.

  Fitran merely smiled faintly, his face calm even though his heart raced with fighting spirit. “The sky is a roof to be surpassed, not worshipped.” He raised his sword, and from its tip burst forth blue flames—Inferno Surge—dancing toward Zeus with ferocity. The fire shot forth like a flash between the dark night and the striking lightning, leaving a bright trail in the cold air.

  Zeus's lightning split the air, Aegis Thunder holding back the wave of fire. In this battle, the atmosphere seemed to pause for a moment before the echo of the clash of two powers filled the space. They pushed against each other, the air between them vibrating violently, awakening a storm that even the Stones had never felt. The scent of electric energy and smoke stung their noses, while the dry grass around them trembled, as if sensing the awakening of tremendous power.

  Fitran moved swiftly, planting his feet on the ground and swinging his sword—Glacial Edge—freezing the roots of the tree and sending icy blows toward Zeus. The hissing sound of breaking ice filled the air, creating a silent sound as each frozen shard flew, sparkling under the piercing light of the lightning. However, Zeus laughed, his body ablaze with Voltic Surge, melting the ice before it could touch his skin. Blue flashes danced around his, depicting the immense power boiling behind his challenging eyes.

  Zeus leaped high, throwing his lightning spear to the ground—Olympian Strike—causing the earth around Fitran to explode. Dust and debris flew, disrupting Fitran's balance, who could feel the tremendous vibrations in his feet. He staggered, but before he fell, his eyes sparkled with determination, and he quickly retaliated with Terra Barrier, a solid stone wall that contained the lightning and channeled the energy into the Genesis roots. Fitran's hands trembled, yet his face remained resolute, reflecting his unwavering resolve to protect his land.

  One by one, elemental spells emerged:

  Inferno Surge: Fitran's blue flames devoured oxygen, burning up to the sky. This blaze radiated such intense heat, licking the air and causing the surrounding surface to tremble. Each tongue of fire quivered with spirit, as if merging with Fitran's anger. His tense face showed determination, and his gaze sparkled as he felt his energy flow.

  Glacial Edge: A gust of ice reflecting the flashes of lightning, creating a frozen mist. The mist floated slowly, flowing like a cold, piercing river. As the mist enveloped, the sound of cracking ice seemed to hum, creating a painful harmony that echoed. Fitran felt a refreshing spirit awaken, and suddenly he stepped faster, ready to attack.

  Terra Barrier: A stone wall pulsing with the magic of the Genesis roots. The wall was like life awakening, vibrating and glowing every time it was struck by lightning, as if struggling against the wave of energy. Fitran took a deep breath, feeling the bond with the earth beneath his feet, preparing to harness this power to the fullest.

  Zephyr Dash: Fitran dashed quickly, the wind wrapping around his body, skillfully dodging Zeus's lightning. He leaped gracefully, as if floating weightlessly, while the strong wind around him swept his hair back. Each movement was etched with precision, showcasing unparalleled fitness and agility, like an eagle soaring freely in the sky.

  Zeus did not remain idle:

  Aegis Thunder: A lightning shield that obliterates weak magic in an instant. The lightning surrounding Zeus flickered with shocking intensity, creating a breath of tension in the air. His expression was a blend of calm and fury, as if He were a storm held back, ready to unleash his full power when the time came.

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  Voltic Surge: A wave of electricity scorched the earth and trees. The heartbeat of the world felt like it was shrinking as the wave surged, transforming the landscape into a beautiful yet terrifying ruin. The sound of buzzing echoed in their ears, and smoke billowed into the air, creating a chilling atmosphere. The ground trembled as if witnessing a battle between deities.

  Olympian Strike: A lightning spear attack that shattered the earth. Focused energy pierced the sky and struck with a force that could silence everything. Every movement of Zeus depicted power: her staff raised high, as if He were the unmatched ruler of the elements, guiding the lightning with agility. His eyes blazed, reflecting an unyielding fighting spirit.

  Heaven’s Roar: A thunderous cry that silenced sound and forced opponents to retreat. The deafening noise made hearts race, and Fitran felt his body vibrating as if he were being pulled into a swirling noise that drained energy from the surroundings. He responded with reflexive movement, maintaining full awareness, shifting his body to focus his increasingly burning desire.

  In an instant, Fitran and Zeus exchanged blows faster than the eye could catch. Lightning shot to the left, a flash of light splitting the night sky and illuminating their faces with sharp rays. Fitran dodged with Zephyr Dash, as if gliding on the wind, retaliating with Inferno Surge from behind. A burst of red flames ignited, casting a terrifying shadow on the ground. Zeus touched the earth, channeling lightning into the roots, creating vibrations that could be felt down to the bones, but Fitran activated Terra Barrier to deflect the current. A wall of earth rose around him, adding tension to the battle.

  Blow after blow shook the Stones. The tremendous vibrations rocked every corner of the place, while sand flew in the air, creating a noisy atmosphere that enveloped the fight. The ground beneath them cracked, releasing particles of dust in a glowing light, hot and cold air clashed, making the world seem to change seasons in seconds. The scent of wet earth and burning embers assaulted their senses. Fitran continued to adapt, his face tense yet filled with determination, spontaneously combining elemental magic to withstand Zeus's speed and strength. Every movement was filled with concentration, sweat pouring down his forehead, proving how arduous this struggle was.

  Finally, Zeus leaped into the air, gathering lightning in both hands. “Accept the wrath of the heavens!” He slammed his hands down, summoning Judgment Bolt—a pure white lightning that struck Fitran directly. The light seemed to explode, filling the space with a rumble that made hearts race. As the flash approached, Fitran felt the energy vibrating through his blood, awakening his survival instincts.

  Fitran plunged Excalibur into the ground, its light trembling as if sensing the call to prove itself. With all his might, he drew the energy of the Genesis roots into his body. Energy flared around him, a lively mix of green and gold, as if nature itself was aiding him. With a strained voice, he unleashed Genesis Counterforce—a counterattack that reflected Zeus's lightning back to the sky, creating a ball of light that split the clouds, the lightning screeching toward the heavens and carving a new path in the dark night. Both were thrown back, breathing heavily, their eyes still locked in mutual resentment and respect. The tension in the air was almost palpable, as they gathered themselves, every movement filled with the saying—victory or defeat, only a second apart.

  Around them, the deities and inhabitants of the Stones held their breath. The world seemed to freeze, awaiting the next chapter. Fitran stood, his body still glowing with the remnants of energy from all the elements, Excalibur trembling in his hand. Dark clouds gathered above the battlefield, swirling ominously, as if responding to the intensity of the impending battle. The scent of stinging lightning filled the air, creating a tension that coursed through his entire being.

  Zeus smiled coldly, “You are indeed no ordinary human.” His voice rumbled like thunder, piercing the silence and sending chills down their spines. Hee stepped forward, his movements graceful yet threatening, his gaze sharp like lightning ready to strike. The clouds trembled, creating a stunning visual effect in the dark night sky.

  Fitran replied, “I am not a deity. I am a defier of fate.” His voice was firm, yet there was a slight tremor of emotion held within, showing that he was not entirely sure of the outcome of this battle. He tightened his grip on Excalibur, showcasing the contours of his muscles formed by rigorous training, and his unwavering intent shone through the glint in his eyes.

  The battle was far from over—and this one-on-one duel was just the beginning of the deities' rampage and the Monarch on the battlefield of the Stones. The wind howled fiercely, sweeping away dust and small debris, creating a dramatic effect around them. Every heartbeat was filled with tension, as if the world awaited the moment when lightning would strike, and the ground would tremble beneath their power.