The melee between the Scarlet King and the True Depravita of Sloth grew ever more ferocious, until the thousandth strike had already been exchanged. Everything happened in less than a second—blow for blow, fist against fist, body against body. Their forms were bloodied, bones cracked, skin torn, yet the fire in their eyes never dimmed. Determination burned like twin suns, each elevating the fight to the next, more apocalyptic level.
Their energy climbed higher and higher, a storm so intense that the fabric of space itself began to groan. Tremors rippled across the void; massive fractures opened, chunks of reality splintering away as their fists sought each other again.
Their battlefield reached such an immense level that anything below the ArchDeity Rank that got near them would be pulverized into nothingness, and things only grew wilder as their eyes glowed and pushed things to the next level.
