The battlefield — a dead multiverse. Shattered stars drifted like ash.
In its center — Doomrend, an engine of pure wrath.
Before him — Kael's white aura flared brilliantly, cutting through the gloom.
Doomrend's crimson gaze narrowed.
His voice rumbled:
"You… are no normal being. That light — it defies rage itself…"
The flames around him burned hotter — a vortex of red and black.
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Zero Step Strikes
Before Doomrend could move, a blur of speed — Zero Step.
In an instant, he was upon Doomrend — fists striking with pinpoint precision — faster than light.
Each hit detonated like a small supernova against the titan's form.
BAM—BAM—BAM—BAM—!
But Doomrend barely flinched.
Through the barrage, his voice cut sharp:
"Annoying… little… fly."
His hand shot out — a point-blank energy blast, crimson and black.
BOOM!
Zero Step vanished in a streak, narrowly avoiding the blast that ripped a planet apart in a single pulse.
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Zeraphon Charges
Then — a streak of golden radiance: Zeraphon.
His body, a missile of cosmic force, slammed into Doomrend —
SPEAR TACKLE — straight through entire worlds.
Planets shattered in their wake — debris scattering across dimensions.
The two titans spiraled through the void — fists colliding in thunderous blows.
Each strike rippled through spacetime — entire sectors quaking.
BAM!
BOOM!
CRACK—!!
Doomrend's eyes flared, face twisted in fury:
"WHY… YOUUUU!!"
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Kael's Presence
Hovering nearby, Kael's white aura only grew stronger — pure, defiant.
Doomrend cast a glance his way — rage deepening.
"That light… it must be crushed."
But before he could act — Veyra's power stirred.
From the rear, her crystalline flames flared faint pink-gold — her eyes glowing softly.
The others noticed — but for now, the battle raged on.
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End of Chapter 37