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  Verlin, now twice its original size, slammed its golden talons into the Great Black Serpent’s head. With a brutal, predatory precision, the Griffin’s beak—harder than a Tier 1 artifact—snapped shut. It ripped out the Serpent’s left eye, the green toxic gore spraying across the battlefield.

  The Serpent, the "King of Poison" that had survived for millions of years as a slave to the Dwarf Royal line, thrashed in agony. But Verlin was relentless. The Griffin used its massive legs to pin the Serpent’s tail and, with a final, savage jerk of its head, tore the Serpent’s head clean off its body

  The Great Black Serpent, a legend of the Aetheleon world, was decapitated. Its massive body went limp, its essence dissolving into the cold vacuum.

  Gronak roared in fury, turning to strike at the exhausted Griffin. But before his blade could move, a hand—heavy and cold as a tombstone—clamped onto his shoulder.

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  The sound of Gronak’s shoulder blade shattering under raw physical pressure echoed through the frost. He turned his head to see a nightmare. Borin was standing. His face was a mask of gore, blood drooling from his lips, but his orange eyes were burning with a light that surpassed the sun.

  "You talk too much about genes, Father," Borin whispered.

  With a roar of "KILL!", Borin channeled his remaining strength into his arm and flung Gronak

  Verlin, having finished the Serpent, let out a triumphant roar before its golden light faded. The Griffin collapsed, its feathers returning to a dull brown, its energy completely spent. It had done its duty.

  Borin and Gronak stood alone now, the survivors of a cosmic wreck. Both were heavily injured, their Tier 2 robes nothing but rags. Borin’s sword glowed with the combined elements of Light, Lightning, and Spirit

  "How?" Gronak gasped, coughing up more blood. "How did you survive the Serpent’s venom? Even with the Griffin’s help, that poison should have melted your heart!"

  Borin spat out a tooth. "When I was a child, I accidentally drank a vial of the Old Serpent’s blood kept in the palace vaults. I was dying. My mother... the woman you claimed to love... used her entire Life Force to filter the poison through her own body to save me. I survived because of her sacrifice. I have been immune to the Serpent’s bite since I was five years old."

  Gronak’s expression softened for a split second. "The bottle in the vault... so that’s where it went. Mothers... they always favor the sons over the husbands."

  The moment of sentiment vanished. Their pupils turned a violent, neon orange. The Sovereign Mastery 18 Powers

  For the next three hours, the blue planet became a hellscape of reshaped atoms. Their collisions were so intense they altered the gravitational pull of the planet, causing the nearby moons to wobble in their orbits. Every thrust of Borin’s lightning sword was met by Gronak’s void-parry.

  At 60 minutes:At 120 minutes:At 150 minutes:ripped it off his own body

  The two kings were now ghouls, fighting in a world of red sand and white snow.

  As the sun of the blue planet began to sink into the cosmic abyss, Borin knew his essence was failing. His Dantian was cracked, and his vision was swimming.

  "One more," Borin gasped.

  "One more," Gronak echoed.

  They both channeled 100% of their remaining Tier 2 essence into their swords. Borin’s sword became a pillar of white-hot lightning; Gronak’s became a black hole of compressed void. They lunged.

  The collision was not a sound; it was a fundamental change in reality. The energy release was so massive that it vaporized three neighboring uninhabited planets

  The blue planet was gone. In its place was a debris field of floating ice and scorched rock. The other un named planets same as the Blur icy planer got destroyed and there is not even dust is there. The explosion is so massive that change the whole mass of the space and also the force that pulls everything from the outer layer and it also change the orbits position.

  Floating in the silent, oxygen-less vacuum of space, Borin drifted. His left hand was gone. Half of his face had been erased by the void-blast, leaving his skull visible. He was a walking corpse held together by sheer willpower.

  He used his last bit of magic to create a small oxygen bubble around himself. He kicked off a floating rock and drifted toward a shape in the distance.

  It was Gronak.

  The old king was a skeleton in scorched skin. His chest was a hollow cavity, his eyes gone. He was no longer a God-Seeker; he was just a piece of drifting cosmic waste.

  Borin reached out and took the sword that was floating near Gronak’s remains—the symbol of the King of the Past.

  He looked at the remains of his father.

  "I never loved you," Borin whispered into the silence of the bubble. "But I acknowledge you. You were a true King of the Dwarves. And you were... my father. This is the last time i am going to meet you. If we meet it is going to be in only in the after life".

  "Goodbye."

  Then a hand which is so massive that same hand that pulls Thrain into the hell and the same hand pull the Gronak's body and soul into the hell.

  Borin turned away, his blood freezing in the vacuum as he began the long, slow journey back toward Aetheleon. The war of the two kings was over. The Stone Head Lineage had been pruned, and only the "Human" son remained to lead the ruins.