Zeus stood tall, his entire body covered in small wounds, yet his eyes shone brighter, sparkling like stars in the dark night. He raised both hands, summoning lightning from all corners of the sky. The lightning danced like silver serpents, wrapping around his body, enveloping his skin and hair in a golden-blue aurora. The thunderous roar echoed, piercing the silence, creating vibrations that made the ground tremble beneath his feet, as if the earth itself felt the power of the King of the Sky.
"I am the King of the Sky! You will feel the wrath of the Olympians in my true form!" Zeus shouted, his voice now heavy and resonant throughout the Stones, his rugged and authoritative face displaying a burning determination. "I will show you how shattered your dreams are!" he thought, holding back various emotions—vengeance, the desire to protect, and even a hint of doubt.
The light of the lightning exploded, forming a giant figure as tall as a tower, with six glowing arms, each holding a spear of lightning, and a crown of thunder upon his head. This was the Olympian Primarch Zeus, the ultimate form that only appeared at the peak of the gods' war. Around him, the sky trembled, the wind howled fiercely, and the distinctive scent of ozone filled the air, giving the impression that something monumental was about to happen.
His steps shattered the ground, with each footprint causing cracks and tremors, creating small fragments that flew into the air. The air around him was charged with static electricity, raising the hair of all who beheld him. Rain of lightning fell, hissing loudly as it struck the surface, the sky truly belonged to Zeus. Witnessing his greatness, those nearby could not help but feel a mix of fear and awe, trapped in a moment that would be unforgettable.
Fitran gripped Excalibur tightly, his fingers twirling the hilt of the sword with grace, as if aligning himself with the heartbeat of the battle. He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing slowly as if listening to the symphony of nature roaring. He felt the entire energy of Genesis—and the memories of all battles, sacrifices, and hopes—flowing into his body. The sharp scent of ozone filled the air, signaling the power that was ready to be unleashed.
In that silence, amidst the flashes of lightning, Fitran's body was slowly surrounded by a black-purple mist glowing with starlight. Ancient symbols spun in the air with a whispering sound, as if the instincts of nature were witnessing an epic event. From within his soul emerged the Astral Theorist—a mode that could only be used by the Monarch when standing between destruction and creation. His face was now covered with a deep expression of determination, tension lines clearly visible on his forehead.
Behind Fitran, a cosmic spiral shadow appeared: a diagram of magic, a planetarium model, numbers and glyphs merging in existential harmony. His eyes now shone white, his hair blown by an invisible wind, and his cloak floated as if unbound by gravity. From his lips, the sound of thunder roared like background music, ushering all who witnessed into the atmosphere of a monumental battle. Internally, he tried to calm himself, absorbing the power radiating from his core. He whispered, as his breath began to fuel the spirit into every fiber of his being.
Zeus swung the spear of lightning from above, the Primarch Thunderstorm—rain of lightning that obliterated anything it touched. The ground of Stones melted, the roots of Genesis burned, and the air hissed with the heat of pure electrical energy crossing through space. A loud bang shook the earth, the vibration traveling to Fitran's feet, like a call to endure. In his heart, Zeus felt turmoil. He cursed.
Fitran responded, both hands swinging Excalibur and creating a circle of magic, Astral Reflection—every lightning strike was reflected back, shattered into thousands of shards of light that bombarded the giant body of Zeus. In that moment, Fitran was not only a guardian but also led a beautiful dance of death—a strategy to divert the opponent's power with intelligence and agility. The sound of thunder clashed with the magical chimes as the lights struck the ground, creating small explosions that stirred dust around them. They exchanged glances, sharp gazes expressing determination and anger—this battle was about more than just victory. It was a moment when courage and ambition collided, the inner struggle further blurring the lines between deity and human.
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Zeus did not remain idle. With two other hands, he summoned Heaven’s Annihilation, a spear of lightning thrown directly at Fitran, tearing the space behind him into an energy chasm. The sound of thunder roared, shaking the air around, while the scent of ozone stung the nose. The ground trembled beneath Fitran's feet, making him feel the threatening energy vibrations. However, Fitran utilized Theorem Leap—a teleportation maneuver based on star magic formulas—dodging the attack with absolute precision, leaping to the side while furrowing his brow, directing his gaze at Zeus with sharp focus.
Fitran did not just defend; he began to counterattack. He activated Stellar Divide—Excalibur transformed into a sword of light that cut through the giant body of Zeus, not physically, but existentially—splitting the "fate" of Zeus's attack to lose momentum with each flash of light framing his body. He felt every heartbeat boosting his spirit. As the glowing sword struck, Fitran's expression changed, from tension to a blossoming confidence.
Zeus roared, unleashing all his power, his six spears converging into one, creating Olympian Cataclysm—a pure lightning strike that shook the entire battlefield and threatened to erase Stones from the map of the world. The wave of lightning was immensely powerful, testing his spirit to its limits. "Is this the best you can do?" he thought to himself, staring at Fitran with eyes full of disbelief as he shouted the challenge.
Fitran drew energy from the roots of Genesis, unleashing Celestial Collapse—a star magic explosion that enveloped the entire duel field, breaking the lightning energy into cosmic dust and cloaking the world in a swirling aurora. In that moment, he felt a profound peace amidst the chaos. "I will not be defeated," he whispered to himself, determined to surpass his limits. Everything around him seemed to be sucked into the vortex of energy, the ground trembled violently, while the trees at the edge of the battlefield bowed, as if yielding to the ongoing power.
The two tremendous forces collided in the center of the field, creating an explosion of light and darkness that dazzled. The sound of thunder roared in the sky, vibrating the ground beneath their feet. Time seemed to stop. The air became silent, all beings—deities, humans, even spirits in Omega and Alpha—were transfixed watching a duel that had never occurred in any history. The scent of ozone filled the atmosphere, signaling the magical power at war.
Fitran and Zeus were both panting, standing in the middle of a new crater created by the explosion, their bodies shining like falling stars, yet their spirits remained unyielding. Each breath felt heavy, and the tension could be felt between them, like a string taut just before it snaps. Fitran felt the vibrations of Genesis energy around him, a call that sounded faint yet strong, urging him to continue fighting.
Zeus looked at Fitran, his eyes blazing with determination and respect. "You... are truly the challenger of the sky," he murmured, his voice hoarse like the thunder that had just touched the earth. His face showed a combination of fear and awe, as if contemplating who could rival his power. Fitran replied softly, "And you... have made me rewrite my theories about immortality," he answered with a challenging smile, his heart trembling between confidence and doubt. Behind his smile, there was fear of the outcome of this battle—would all the effort and sacrifice mean anything, or would it end in emptiness?
Their battle was not over—many chapters remained. Around them, the energy of Genesis continued to pulse wildly, waiting for who was worthy to write a new fate for the world. With each attack and block, their movements began to form a harmonious yet deadly dance, a martial art that merged with the powers of the sky and earth. Fitran crouched, locking his gaze on Zeus, planning his next move. He realized that not only his strength was being tested, but also his strategy. Every movement was carefully planned, and for every attack launched, there were consequences to be calculated.
