The battlefield was chaos. The platform cracked and crumbled under the weight of the battle, each clash sending tremors through the air. The gods, once towering and invincible, began to falter under the relentless assault of Eren, Selene, Kael, and Aeryn.
Eren moved like a phantom, his scythe a blur as he sliced through the divine defenses. His strikes were precise, each one aimed to cripple or maim. The God of Light swung a radiant blade, its glow blinding, but Eren sidestepped effortlessly, his scythe hooking around the blade and wrenching it from the god's grasp. He followed up with a spinning slash, the black energy of his weapon tearing through the god's chest. The once-proud deity staggered, golden ichor spilling from the wound.