Lucien and Kaelith hovered above the fractured stack of realms, the newly created arenas stretching infinitely around them. Each plane pulsed with energy, reshaping itself in response to their presence. Sparks of fractured space hung like floating fireworks, casting long, jagged shadows that twisted through the layered void.
Lucien twirled midair, his fist colliding with Kaelith's shoulder in a strike that sent shards of dimensional matter spiraling outward. Each punch left a shockwave of kinetic energy that collided with other planes, causing distant islands to fracture, oceans to ripple in frozen time, and stars to blink out before reappearing in perfect order.
"Really, you're going to have to try harder than that," Lucien said, smirking as he landed on a floating shard of rock that dissolved under his weight but instantly reformed beneath him.
Kaelith grinned, spinning with acrobatic precision. "You think I'm going to make it easy for you?" His fist struck Lucien's chest, sending him flying through three layered dimensions simultaneously. The impact carved luminous grooves across each plane, like cracks in reality itself, before Lucien twisted midair to absorb the shock and flip back toward him.
With a casual flick, Lucien summoned his blade again, shimmering white and impossible in its brilliance. Kaelith mirrored him, his own sword forming from the red-and-blue energy coiling around his hands. The clash was instantaneous:
Sparks erupted, each strike fracturing reality slightly, letting shards of one plane tumble into another. A swing sent shockwaves through stacked dimensions, rearranging islands, mountains, and rivers midair. The air—or what passed for it—rippled in waves of distorted gravity as their blades danced, a blur that even their Abyssal Eyes struggled to follow.
Lucien chuckled. "I could do this all day, you know."
Kaelith rolled midair, deflecting a strike, "Good, because I came for a show, not a nap!"
Suddenly, both tossed aside their swords again, the melee becoming intimate and brutal. Lucien's punches were precise and thunderous, Kaelith's kicks fluid yet lethal. They collided midair, spinning through the stacked realms, every motion creating shockwaves that bent space and fractured floating islands.
Lucien's spinning backfist crushed through a floating continent, leaving behind a glowing crater that hummed with residual energy. Kaelith countered with a flying knee that sent Lucien hurtling across several realms, tearing a swath of energy through the very fabric of the void. Each strike left visual trails of light and shadow, intertwining into a lattice of luminous violence.
Lucien laughed softly, an arrogant, amused sound. "You do complain a lot for someone trying to kill me."
Kaelith smirked, landing lightly on a floating shard. "I don't complain—I just make observations while rearranging your face!"
The two fighters moved so fast that the void itself seemed to freeze in moments of kinetic brilliance:
A punch sent shards of energy spinning like miniature galaxies. A kick cracked a realm in half, but it reformed midair with crystalline precision. A spinning throw hurled them through multiple stacked planes, each impact sending ripples through the metaphysical fabric of the void.
Lucien tilted his head, eyes glowing. "You're… annoyingly good."
Kaelith laughed, flying toward him like a comet. "I'll take that as a compliment."
They collided midair again, the shockwave folding space around them. The camera of perception—if such a thing could exist in this void—would see them as twin storms of color and energy, light and shadow, dancing violently yet beautifully across infinite dimensions.
Lucien sidestepped a punch and flicked Kaelith lightly on the shoulder. "Hey, careful. I might take that personally."
Kaelith grinned despite the chaos. "I already am taking this personally."
The void pulsed in amusement, the stacked planes bending in laughter, if the metaphysical energies could laugh.
Both paused briefly in midair, observing each other, glowing from the friction of kinetic energy and the subtle, almost playful aura surrounding their powers. Lucien's smirk returned, sharper now. "Alright, enough dancing. Shall we make this… really interesting?"
Kaelith tilted his head, eyes glinting with mischief. "I was hoping you'd say that."
And with that, the true chaos of layered dimensional combat—the merging of absolute martial skill, omnipotent awareness, and playful arrogance—was about to begin.