The Land of Stones has become a giant crater, burned, frozen, filled with electric currents and traces of star magic. A tense atmosphere envelops the arena, with a dark sky shimmering from the relentless lightning strikes. The remnants of Genesis writhe, seeking a foothold, while the cracks between worlds widen due to waves of energy. In the corners of his eyes, light reflects off swirling brown dust, adding to the visual horror. Around Fitran, the air is so tense that it can be felt in every breath he takes.
Fitran stands in the midst of a swirling aura of purple and silver-blue, Excalibur in hand radiating a constantly changing spiral light. He feels a strong vibration from his sword, as if it is saying that this is the moment of reckoning. Beelzebub, in her Primarch form, her body still crackling with lightning, gives the impression that she is a creature from legendary tales. Her eyes gaze at her opponent without doubt, yet inside, she struggles with uncertainty—whether her power is enough this time. Her minimal movements convey extraordinary concentration, her gaze never leaving any place that might be attacked by the enemy.
Around them, the sounds of the world seem to fade. Only the heartbeat, heavy breaths, and echoing magic signify that every second is a gamble. The dark clouds above them are filled with magical energy, as if waiting to burst.
Fitran moves first. He slices through the air with “Stellar Spiral: Aphelion Nova”—a star spell that creates a circle of light, consuming all lightning energy in its path. Each stage of the spell flows in his mind, reminding him of all the sacrifices he has made to get here. The spiral circle expands, then bursts into thousands of “Astral Needles”—cosmic energy needles raining down on Beelzebub from all directions. As they soar, the whistling sound creates a terrifying symphony, filling the emptiness of the world with the magnitude of this attack.
Beelzebub raises her six arms, forming the “Aegis Thunder Ring”—a dense lightning shield. Every movement signals strength and pride, even though behind it lies a hidden fear of defeat. Each needle that strikes the shield explodes in a burst of light, illuminating her surroundings before fading away. However, one or two penetrate, leaving fiery scratches on the giant deity's body. She can feel the stinging heat and painful wounds, pushing her not to give up. In her mind, she struggles to consider her next move, filled with a resolution not to retreat.
Beelzebub retaliates, slamming her hands to the ground: “Arcane Tempest”—a storm of lightning and rain of electric orbs floods the entire arena, creating a magnetic field that absorbs every form of the opponent's magic. Lightning crackles, striking the ground with a buzzing sound, shaking the foundations of the ancient stone arena. Amidst the roar of the storm, Beelzebub's face reflects determination in the face of challenge, the flashes of lightning mirroring her spirited gaze.
Fitran plants his feet on the ground, feeling the vibrations of magical currents filling the air, and calls forth “Terra Genesis: Prism Wall”—a crystal wall of tree roots, elegantly deflecting the flow of lightning with a graceful movement. A focused and tense expression appears on his face as he creates the shield. The wall that forms emits a soft glow, as if the earth responds to his call. When the lightning strikes the wall with an explosive sound, the shockwave spreads in waves, tearing apart some nearby plants, and dust swirls, adding to the grim atmosphere of the arena, then firing back the purified energy towards Beelzebub in a rainbow of lightning.
Beelzebub does not remain idle, darting forward with lightning speed, her face contorted with anger and confidence. She creates “Elysium Bolt”—a giant lightning spear, thrown directly at Fitran's chest. The wave of energy from the spear spreads, creating ripples in the air that shatter the tranquility of nature around her, even the birds that happen to fly by are startled and choose to flee.
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Fitran, with “Astral Shift,” bends the space and time around him, moving beyond the attack, his eyes glowing with confidence as he executes the perfect maneuver. In his heart, he is determined not to lose—his choice has been made, and he will not retreat. After successfully dodging, he counters with “Null Equinox”—a wave of magic that erases all forms of raw energy. The impact is extraordinary; one part of the arena is completely silent from magic and lightning, evoking a sense of anxiety in Beelzebub's heart, as if the world around her has died for a moment. Her fighting spirit remains unyielding, but she feels the heavy challenge ahead.
For a moment, they stand in silence, the atmosphere tense like before a storm. Then Fitran raises Excalibur high, the shimmering light of the sword creating an aurora that glows on his face, as if signaling the infinite power that lies within. With a firm and confident voice, he calls forth the spiral power: “Omega Formula: Spiral Cataclysm!” A series of glowing formulas envelop the sword, each swing unleashing explosions of energy that not only penetrate but also twist the structure of Beelzebub's magic. The wave of energy shatters the ground beneath them, creating gaping cracks and disturbing the tranquility of the battlefield.
Beelzebub roars, her eyes sparkling with anger and power, activating her ultimate move: “Heaven’s End: Divinity Chain.” The six glowing arms wrap around Fitran from all sides, trapping him in an invisible grip that shocks him. Fitran feels an overwhelming pressure forcing the Monarch's body to kneel; as if thousands of fingers are trying to stifle his breath with gravity thousands of times heavier pressing on his soul. His body trembles in resistance, every muscle straining, reflecting his strength and determination not to give up.
Under this pressure, Fitran grits his teeth, his face reflecting an inner struggle between surrendering or fighting back. He plunges Excalibur into the ground with determination, as if trying to embed strength within himself. With a voice full of confidence, he unleashes “Astral Reversal”—reversing all laws of magic upon himself. The branches of nearby trees tremble, as if sensing the new power that hums, transforming every lightning chain into strands of light absorbed by his body as additional energy, awakening unimaginable strength.
Now both kings stand facing each other just a few steps apart, sweat dripping down Fitran's face, his breath heavy and steady. In his heart, he thinks of the sacrifices made and his determination to protect the world. Beelzebub smiles faintly, her face filled with a terrifying peace, her voice echoing like thunder behind the clouds, “I understand why the fate of the world trembles because of your steps, Fitran Fate. But I am still the Queen of the Skies!”
Fitran replies with a gaze full of determination, his eyes shining like a star fallen into darkness, “I am not a deity, but I have transcended all human limits. And this world… belongs to those who dare to rewrite its sky.” As those words are spoken, the Aura of Excalibur trembles, as if affirming its owner's statement. Their surroundings absorb the intensity of this battle, creating a whirlwind that sends leaves flying and the sky seems to be torn apart by the two of them.
Both gather their strength for one final attack. In their gazes, there is a flash of determination that makes the air around them seem to vibrate. Beelzebub gathers all the lightning in the sky into a giant energy ball, “The Absolute Storm.” The blue and yellow light dazzles, depicting her pent-up anger. Fitran raises Excalibur, and the spiral light transforms into a star core, “Genesis Theorem,” emitting a blazing red light that reflects the aspirations and pressures within his soul.
Both charge, two tremendous powers colliding in the center of the battlefield. With a thunderous roar, light and lightning burn the sky, the sound almost like the scream of the sky itself. Around them, the trees that stand tall seem to tremble in fear, and the ground shakes beneath their feet. Large stones explode, small fragments flying as the wave of energy attacks the environment, opening new cracks into other dimensions. The earth trembles, depicting the instability faced by the Land of Stones as this tremendous power is unleashed.
As dust and energy dance, the outcome of this battle remains unknown to anyone. Fitran feels an immense weight on his shoulders, thinking, “Is this the time for me to write a new story? Am I ready to bear the consequences of all these decisions?” On his face lies a peace mixed with fear, revealing his inner sharpness. There is only one certainty: the battle between Fitran and Beelzebub has changed the fate of Stones, forever.
