Ery felt a profound surge as the omnipotent power of Khaos ignited within him. As it coursed through every fiber of his being, a system notification blinked into his consciousness:
[Your Battle power has increased]
[620…]
[630…]
[640…]
[Your Soul force has increased]
[290…]
[295…]
[300…]
These numbers, rising ceaselessly, bore witness to the astonishing augntation of both his physical prowess and spirit force. Each passing second saw a further boost, and Ery felt an exhilarating rush that flooded his senses.
It was a sensation that carried echoes of a past event – the ti when he was enshrouded by the primordial wisp on the Andora planet. Yet, while that was a force of light, this was its antithesis – the sheer, unbridled power of darkness.
Erging from his silhouette was the unmistakable figure of Cthulhu, the legendary dragon adorned with tentacles. This being, now stood by Ery, its very presence resonating with anticipation and relief. Its roar, more like a guttural proclamation, conveyed its sentint:
Driven by the guardian's palpable excitent, Ery tapped into this newfound strength, allowing him to shatter Ezzekiel's gravitational binds that had previously shackled him. Free from those chains, he pivoted on his heel, finding himself once again face-to-face with his adversary.
Ezzekiel, couldn't hide a hint of amusent that played across his features. The change in Ery was undeniable, prompting him to remark, "Now this... this is how the fight should truly be."
It was as if the very essence of Khaos had silently sanctioned their clash. With an electrifying tension in the air, they charged toward each other in a blur of motion and intent.
As they drew closer, Ezzekiel, with an executioner's precision, swung his formidable [Gravity Slash], its arc promising devastation. In response, Ery brandished his twin swords in a synchronized movent, executing the [Oga Strike]. Both warriors, drawing from the abyssal depths of Khaos, collided with a force that could only be described as cataclysmic.
KABBOOMM!!!
The ensuing explosion wasn't just audible; it was tangible. The very fabric of space writhed and contorted, echoing the magnitude of their clash. The sheer force rippled outward, and the citadel, a silent observer to their duel, began to crumble, its once mighty structures disintegrating piece by piece.
"URGHH!!"
Ery's guttural cry reverberated amidst the ruins. Gritting his teeth, he tried valiantly to hold off Ezzekiel's onslaught. While the power-up had significantly enhanced his battle prowess, resisting Ezzekiel felt like trying to halt an avalanche with a re shield. The overwhelming aura of the earth dragon pressed down on him, as relentless and crushing as the weight of the world.
Ultimately, the sheer force overwheld Ery.
With a burst of energy, he found himself hurled backward, crashing into the ruins and landing awkwardly in a distant corner. His once-agile arms felt numb and unresponsive, and the state of his swords bore testant to the ferocity of their clash – they looked fragile and battered, clearly not equipped to withstand such raw power.
Ezzekiel, wearing a self-assured, mocking grin, moves forward. His blade scraped the ground, producing an ominous screech, signaling his readiness for the next bout. Ery, though defiant in spirit, recognized the disparity in their strengths.
Then, like a guiding whisper amidst the chaos, Cthulhu's voice entered his mind.
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