BOOM!! BOOM!!

RUMBLE!! RUMBLE!! RUMBLE!!!

The skies above Endless's ruined domain quaked as though the heavens themselves could not bear witness to the clash. Flashes of abyssal black collided against streams of silver-gold brilliance, rending the void apart and sewing it back together in the same breath. Kaelen's blade, burning with radiant mana, carved arcs through the air, while Endless, cloaked in the fathomless abyss, countered each strike with overwhelming, soul-crushing power.

Kaelen's lungs heaved, each breath burning his chest, but he refused to falter. His body screamed under the weight of the battle, yet his will refused to yield.

Suddenly, in the middle of his desperate exchange, Eternity's voice echoed within him, deep and calm, laced with disappointment.

"Kaelen… when do you plan to stop playing at power?"

Kaelen gritted his teeth, deflecting another devastating slash from Endless's shadowed blade, the shockwave blasting through the skies.

"What the hell do you mean? I've been using everything you've given me just to keep from being crushed!"

"HAHAHAHA! Isn't this such a sight!? For you to have internal struggles now!!?"

Endless's mocking laughter filled the air as he pressed his attack harder, his strikes raining down like meteors, each one strong enough to obliterate mountains. Kaelen staggered but stood firm.

Then came Eternity's sigh, carrying centuries of burden and patience.

"No, boy. You've only been wielding my shell—the fragments of power I let you touch. You have yet to awaken what it truly means to be my Avatar. What you're doing now is survival… not transcendence."

Kaelen's eyes widened even as he barely parried another crushing blow. The realization clawed at him. He was still holding back—not out of choice, but out of ignorance.

Kaelen: "Then tell me, dammit! How? How do I unlock it?!"

Endless sneered, clearly entertained by Kaelen's inner struggle. He flung a hand, unleashing a torrent of abyssal spears that threatened to shred Kaelen into pieces. Kaelen spun and slashed wildly, his blade deflecting most but grazing his side, blood spraying into the skies.

"Calm yourself. Close your eyes, even for a heartbeat, and listen. You don't need to grasp my power like a weapon. You need to let it become you. Stop treating me as something separate. We are not two beings sharing a body… we are one."

Through clenched teeth, Kaelen let his eyes slip shut—if only for a heartbeat. The world slowed. Endless's next strike drew closer, darkness crackling at its edge. Kaelen's breathing steadied as Eternity's words sank into his core.

And then… it happened.

CRACK!

BOOM!!

Kaelen's chest ignited—not with flame, but with a blinding, crystalline brilliance. His veins lit up with rivers of molten gold and blinding royal blue, surging outward. His heartbeat thundered like a war drum, syncing with something greater, something eternal.

When his eyes snapped open, they were no longer just his. They were the abyss of time itself—galaxies swirling in one iris, endless void in the other. His blade shifted, reshaped by the convergence of Eternity's true essence, becoming an endless stream of light and shadow.

The next strike Endless had sent was met not with desperate parrying, but with a calm, absolute swing. Kaelen's blade didn't clash—it erased. The abyssal strike shattered into nothingness, scattering harmlessly into the void.

Endless's eyes, for the first time, narrowed. The Eternal sneered, yet the weight of his voice betrayed recognition.

"So… you've finally decided on going all out?"

Kaelen exhaled, the brilliance around him steady, no longer wild. His aura fused with Eternity's, cascading outward, shaking the entire battlefield.

"No more pretending. No more half-measures. If you want to end everything, Endless—"

His blade hummed, resonating with infinity itself.

"—then you'll have to destroy Eternity itself!"

"Oh really? Well then, let's see just how strong this Eternity is" Endless said with a gloomy grin in his face.

And an instance later, the battle erupted with new ferocity.

Their weapons clashed, but now it was no longer Endless dominating. The shockwaves rippled equally outward, black void and gold-blue brilliance meeting head-on, creating ruptures in reality itself. Kaelen moved differently—less like a warrior straining to survive, more like an embodiment of inevitability, a force carved into the fabric of existence.

Endless's strikes came faster, harder, carrying with them the rage of an Eternal scorned. Yet Kaelen met them blow for blow, each strike pushing Endless back an inch further into stalemate.

A colossal clash split the skies, lightning and darkness intertwining like rival storms. The world below trembled—Labyrinth, Orc, Goblin, and even Eldorian warriors felt the air itself suffocating under the weight of two transcendental beings colliding above them.

But it was not over.

Both figures stood in the air, weapons locked, their faces inches apart. Endless's abyss pressed down like the end of days, Kaelen's brilliance surged like the dawn of creation.

Neither gave ground. Neither yielded.

And the heavens cracked as the stalemate continued—each moment drawing closer to catastrophe.

"Huh.... Hoo...."

At this point, the sky was already in ruins—fractured stars bled light across a torn firmament, the horizon curled inward like shattered glass. Yet now, as Kaelen drew his first true breath as the Avatar of Eternity, the heavens bent in reverence.

His blade gleamed with paradox—half radiance, half shadow, an endless cycle in motion. The hum of it was unbearable, resonating through all creation, a sound that felt like time itself groaning under strain.

Kaelen shifted his stance. His body no longer fought against Eternity's tide; he moved with it, as though every muscle and thought had become one with the current of forever.

Endless snarled, his abyssal wings now unfurling behind him like a cosmic storm. "So you finally bare your fangs… but power like that is a double-edged sword. It consumes even its wielder."

Kaelen didn't answer. He swung his blade downward.

The strike wasn't just light—it was a fracture. Reality itself split open where the blade cut, unraveling a line of sky and stitching it shut again in the same breath. A golden-blue shockwave tore through the air, slamming into Endless with crushing force.

For the first time since the battle began, Endless was driven back.

The Eternal's boots skidded across empty air as Kaelen pressed forward, a flurry of strikes exploding outward—each swing of his sword birthing crescents of eternity's radiance that carved into Endless's abyss. The sky shuddered, streaks of day and night clashing wildly as though the world itself couldn't decide what hour it was.

BOOM!! BOOM!!

RUMBLE!! RUMBLE!!

Endless's teeth bared in a wicked grin. "Yes… YES! Show me this so-called eternity!"

His aura surged. The abyss writhed outward, not just as shadow, but as an invasive sickness that spread into the air, the earth, even into the laws of nature itself. Colors bled wrong—rivers of fire ran upward into the sky, gravity tilted sideways, light bent into blackness.

The clash escalated to madness.

Kaelen unleashed Eternity's next test: a thrust that seemed impossibly simple but carried weight beyond worlds. The blow ignored distance, ignoring even cause and effect—it simply was. Endless raised his blade to counter, but the strike still pierced his defenses, cutting through his aura and forcing him to recoil with a growl.

"Impossible…" Endless hissed, black ichor leaking from the cut across his chest.

Kaelen's voice, calm and resonant with Eternity's timbre, cut through the chaos:

"Nothing is impossible. Not while eternity exists."

Endless roared in defiance. He threw his arms wide, his abyss erupting in full force. He didn't just fight Kaelen—he sought to overwrite him. The sky turned into an ocean of black flame. The ground below screamed as mountains inverted, valleys rose, and rivers boiled into the air. Even the sun dimmed, caught in the Eternal's grasp, threatening to collapse into a dark star.

Kaelen answered in kind. His aura surged brighter, splitting into countless streams of infinite possibilities. Every swing of his blade was a law rewritten—gravity restored in one slash, the sky repaired in another, the inverted sun forced back into orbit with a single upward strike.

The battlefield itself became a paradox.

Darkness and radiance carved the world into halves: one side ruled by Endless's abyss, where time halted and all things withered; the other blazing with Eternity's light, where time surged forward in unstoppable momentum. Birds flew and fossilized in the same breath. Rivers ran and evaporated. A flower bloomed and died in an instant before blooming again.

And at the center of it all, Kaelen and Endless clashed, rewriting existence with every blow.

Kaelen tested his power further—he let his blade sweep in a wide arc, and suddenly dozens of versions of himself stepped forward, echoes across time, each one delivering the same strike together. Endless snarled, collapsing the clones with a surge of abyssal might, but the impact drove him back yet again, his endless dominance faltering.

But the Eternal refused to yield. His laughter rang across the broken skies.

"So this is your eternity? A light that refuses to dim? Then let me show you why abyss devours all things—including time itself!"

He thrust his hand forward, and the abyss consumed causality. Kaelen's next strike never happened—it was erased from reality before it even began. For a heartbeat, Endless pressed his advantage, swinging his own blade with force that could sever dimensions.

Kaelen staggered, but only for an instant. Eternity's voice guided him right at that moment:

"Do not fight to preserve what was… fight to embody what always will be."

Understanding surged. Kaelen let his sword blaze brighter than before. He didn't resist the abyss's erasure—he allowed his existence to flow past it, an inevitability no void could consume. His strike reappeared, impossibly, colliding with Endless's own in a cataclysm that shattered the sound of creation.

BOOM!!!!!

The explosion rewrote everything.

For miles upon miles, reality disassembled. The battlefield was no longer sky or earth—it was raw law, collapsing and rebuilding with each clash. Flames froze. Shadows burned. Lightning sang like a hymn. Time staggered, repeating seconds before snapping forward in chaotic leaps.

Kaelen and Endless stood locked at the heart of it, neither backing down, their duel no longer bound by the rules of existence.

And still, Kaelen pressed forward. He had found the rhythm of Eternity. Each clash pushed Endless further back, each strike forced him to acknowledge what he refused to admit.

For the first time, Endless's grin faltered. His abyss howled louder, darker, more desperate.

The Eternal was being pushed back.