The highest skies roared with explosions, and in the endless void beyond, the battle surged toward an apocalyptic crescendo. Leviathan and Jörmungandr tore into each other with a brutality and strength that set the surrounding emptiness ablaze. Every clash was a storm unto itself, every strike a calamity made flesh.
Cain and Azazel knew this war would end here. Neither of them held anything back, not in power, not in intent. There would be no stalemate, no retreat. The void itself bore witness to the unshakable reality: only one of them would leave this battleground alive.
The two titans collided, claws rending against claws, their monstrous forms straining against one another in primal fury. Both opened their maws, and the oceans of energy churning within them erupted in the next heartbeat. A cataclysm of crimson and ash-gray fire cascaded outward, devouring everything in a torrent of annihilation.
