The energy vortex in the midst of Stones grew stronger, creating vibrations that penetrated the bones. In the dark sky, Thor's lightning raged, electrifying the air and generating a tension-filled electric field that strained every nerve. Every second felt increasingly tense, as if the entire universe was holding its breath. Mj?lnir glowed with a striking blue-white light, each swing shattering the roots of Genesis and triggering shockwaves that shook the ground, making it tremble beneath the feet of the warriors.
Fitran, with heavy breaths like an unbearable burden, felt his body severely injured by the lightning strikes and the impacts surrounding him. However, the fiery spirit within him remained alight; the sharpness in his eyes did not fade, signaling his determination. Excalibur in Voidlight mode emitted a dark glow in his hand, its blade seemed to absorb all light and hope around it, creating a mysterious shadow that danced on the ground's surface. Both the dim light and the destructive energy radiated a deadly aura capable of annihilating everything.
“This is not just a duel between two powers, Thor,” Fitran said, his voice nearly drowned out by the roar of the lightning crashing in the sky. He bit his lip, feeling a momentary doubt in his heart, but that anxiety was quickly brushed aside, replaced by a burning spirit. “This is a struggle to determine who deserves to rewrite the remaining history of the world.” His face was filled with a hard determination, as if he was fighting not just for himself, but for all who held onto hope behind him.
Thor grinned, her face wet with sweat and blood trickling down her cheek, yet the glint in her eyes sparkled wildly under the flashes of lightning tearing through the sky, radiating the madness of war burning within her. “I am the Goddess of Thunder—and every era that dares to oppose Asgard will be crushed beneath my hammer!” she shouted, her voice echoing with challenge, as if the universe rose with her. The extreme weather, with swirling winds carrying dust particles, added to the dramatic atmosphere of this battle.
Thor leaped high into the sky, spinning Mj?lnir with bold movements, summoning the World Breaker Tempest—a massive lightning vortex shimmering like a sunset, sucking in the gathering gray clouds and the earth below, before bringing down the hammer with an explosive force that seemed capable of shattering the world. At the same time, the sky grew darker; fierce winds blew, lifting her hair in a graceful manner, enhancing the elegance and emptiness of her sweat and blood-soaked face. Fitran raised Excalibur towards the sky, channeling his Voidlight energy that spiraled in a swirl, emitting a mysterious light that burned the surrounding darkness, creating the Eclipse Cleaver—a slash of pure darkness that cut through every matter and magic in its path with unimaginable power, as if reminding the sky that he would not falter. However, the expression of determination on Fitran's face also hinted at deep doubt, as if he wondered in his heart whether he was truly strong enough to face the raging Goddess of Thunder.
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The two attacks collided in the air—lightning against darkness. Light and shadow enveloped each other, creating a dramatic contrast in the thundering sky. The sound of the explosion was deafening, each blast seemed to shake their bones as if the world around them was threatened with destruction. Cracks in reality split the ground beneath them, making the roots of Genesis tremble, its leaves quivering as if sensing the tension flowing between the two warriors. Amidst the fire and smoke swirling, Thor heard the voice of her heart, questioning whether each attack was a test for her soul—would she continue to fight for Asgard, or must she acknowledge defeat in the face of the inevitable time? Meanwhile, Fitran felt the weight of the task he bore. In the escalating chaos, this battle was not just about physical strength; it was a struggle for honor and hope for a dark future.
In a fraction of a second that felt unbearably long, only the thunder of their hearts and the pulse of wild energy could be heard. Fitran and Thor, with tense faces and furrowed brows, were forced to be pushed back; their bodies surrounded by remnants of an aura that swallowed each other, blue and purple flames united in a terrifying destructive dance. The air seemed to transform into a massive magnetic field, strong and holding all the forces around, fragments of stone floated between them, twinkling like stars lost from the night sky.
Rinoa and the other deities watched the scene before them with bated breath, their eyes shining with deep concern. They dared to approach, but the awareness of the lurking risks made them hesitate; one wrong step could cause the entire world to split even further. Rinoa's hand clenched tightly, her nails digging into the flesh of her palm, creating red spots as a sign of tension. Above them, Thor's lightning struck fiercely, a bright light splitting the sky resembling giant fingers touching the earth, yet unable to penetrate the dark vortex created by Fitran. In the depths of that darkness, Fitran's sharp gaze seemed capable of piercing the soul of any observer; his Voidlight radiated a terrifying aura, enveloping the surrounding space with energy that made blood run cold. Mj?lnir—Thor's legendary weapon—continued to tremble, as if challenging fate itself, signaling the confusion and doubt that clouded the heart of the Goddess of Thunder.
Fitran's and Thor's eyes locked in a tense silence, both holding visible wounds on their faces—a drop of blood trickled slowly from Thor's temple, creating a red line contrasting with her pale skin, while traces of fatigue and deep tension were etched on Fitran's face, marking his struggle. Their breaths were heavy and labored, yet their fighting spirit remained unshaken, refusing to back down. In the sky, two auroras—the fiery blue of lightning and the mysterious dark purple—clashed in a dazzling blaze, as if creating a battle that defied the laws of nature. The sky, sensing the tension that gripped the earth, thundered loudly with lightning striking uncontrollably, splitting Stones into two separate yet intertwined worlds by fate. The ground beneath them cracked with a thunderous sound, each crack like the voice of a dying planet, the roots of Genesis pulsing as living beings bound by mystery, opening a chasm never witnessed by anyone. Every heartbeat merged with the onslaught of nature, creating vibrations so strong they were felt to the bone, reminding them of the power of the universe.
And as the energy between them reached its peak, the entire world of Stones…
…went dark.
