The next series of moments was almost impossible to describe, even by the Primordials that fought in it.
Victorious Genesis was barely a shadow of himself as the shroud of death hung so heavy around him that it was only the actions of Fury that kept him alive as he continuously resurrected the last spark of his soul, just long enough for Victorious Genesis to explode.
This method of fighting was insane, and the unrelenting tide of enemies they faced was even more insane.
It did not seem possible that they had held on this long, but they did, and every second that passed, their bodies seemed to grow more primitive, governed only by instincts, and even when a band of light closed around their form that carried the power of time, they kept fighting.
With a loud snap and a crack of thunder, they vanished, and the insects descended and crushed the last spark of Existence remaining.
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