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β¦The Rage of Cleavingβ§
The cosmos trembled. Cleaving's body glowed with violent radiance, his aura tearing open dimensions. His eyes burned red as though two collapsed suns had been forged into pupils.
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β¦ Enough! I will end this farce with all of my power!β¦
The void split apart as he extended both arms. His fingers spread wide, and the impossible happened: a spiral galaxy, massive and untouchable, bent in his grip. Stars shattered under the strain, solar systems ripped from their orbits, black holes screamed as they were dragged like marbles. Cleaving clenched his hand, gripping the galaxy itself like a weapon.
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(eyes narrowing)
β¦ You dareβ¦ wield the cradle of life as a toy?β¦
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(roaring)
β¦ Toy? No, Xorath. This is my strength. This is the proof that you cannot match me!β¦
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β¦The Throwβ§
With a scream that bent time itself, Cleaving hurled the galaxy like a blazing discus. The stars turned into a streak of fire as the cosmic mass spun toward Xorath. The force crushed dimensions on its way, each rotation distorting reality itself.
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(growling)
β¦ Tchβtoo slow!β¦
Xorath's body blurred, his outline splitting into shadows. The galaxy thundered past him, colliding into the void, and exploded. The boom was silent yet absolute. Worlds dissolved, stars collapsed, the very structure of spacetime ruptured like glass.
For a moment, nothing existed but blinding white destruction.
But when the light cleared, Xorath still stoodβuntouched, his cloak of shadows fluttering against the cosmic wind.
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(smiling coldly)
β¦ Is that it? A galaxy? I expected a king's might, not a child's tantrum.β¦
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β¦The Kick of Radianceβ§
Before Xorath could counter, Cleaving was already there. His speed surpassed thought, surpassing light. In the blink of nothing, Cleaving's leg arced, a roundhouse kick fueled with 100% of his unleashed fury.
The strike landed.
It wasn't just a kickβit was radiation incarnate. The impact released a blinding surge, pure destructive energy spreading like an infinite storm. Ten galaxies caught in the edge of the blast instantly dissolved into ash and void. Stars died screaming. Nebulas burned away.
Xorath's body was smashed through collapsing systems, flung like a ragdoll across an ocean of stars.
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(choking, laughing through blood)
β¦ Hehβ¦ impressiveβ¦β¦
His cloak cracked, his ribs shattered, but his grin remained. From the black smears of shadow, his form straightened once again.
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β¦Xorath's Counterattackβ§
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(voice cold as the abyss)
β¦ But now it's my turn.β¦
His fist clenched. The void itself recoiled. Darkness crawled from his arm, weaving chains of nothingness that fused into his knuckles. His aura burned black and violet, swallowing every ray of light near him.
He launched himself forward, cutting through shattered starlight, and in a single, unrelenting momentβhe struck.
The punch carried the weight of collapsed suns. It smashed into Cleaving's face, breaking through his glowing aura like glass. The sound of it wasn't sound at allβit was galaxies screaming as their laws of existence shattered.
Cleaving's jaw cracked. Bone, reinforced with godly energy, split apart. The impact forced him backward through three galaxies, every one of them disintegrating under the trail of his fall.
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(staggering, clutching his jaw, fury blazing)
β¦ Xorathβ¦ youββ¦
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(snarling, stepping through the ruin he created)
β¦ What's wrong? Did my fist break more than your bones? Did it crush your pride too?β¦
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β¦The Clash of Monstersβ§
They collided again.
Cleaving's radiant fists burned like collapsing stars. Xorath's shadowed blows tore like rifts in reality. Each strike wasn't merely an attackβit was the birth and death of galaxies. With every collision, universes fell silent.
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(gritting his teeth, even as his jaw hung cracked)
β¦ Youβ¦ won't defeat me!β¦
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(firm, terrifying calm)
β¦ I don't need to defeat you. I only need to remind youβthere are monsters darker than kings.β¦
Their blows blurred, faster than light, harder than time itself. The battlefield had become chaos incarnateβshadow and radiance, justice and ruin, locked in an endless storm.
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β¦The Last Blow of the Chapterβ§
Finally, Xorath caught Cleaving's wrist mid-strike, twisted, and pulled him close. His other fist rose high, black chains of umbral energy spiraling around it like serpents.
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(roaring with fury and triumph)
β¦ Fall, KING!β¦
His punch slammed directly into Cleaving's face again, the fractured jaw snapping fully under the force. The explosion of power that followed consumed another galaxy, reducing it to nothing more than dust drifting in eternal night.
Cleaving staggered, blood and radiant energy leaking from his broken mouth. His body trembled, yet his eyes still burned with rage, refusing to fall.
The battlefield was silent for an instantβsilent except for the crackle of ruined stars.
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