Shudder

The galaxy, scarred by the aftershocks of a cataclysmic confrontation, trembled as the intensity of battle surged and subsided in violent cadences.

In the vast emptiness separating Romulus from the Spirit King, the void itself sparked with an electric charge, the lingering echoes of previous blows swirling in the air like a tempest poised to unleash its fury.

The Spirit King, his body aglow with the fading embers of his spiritual might, stood resolute even as weariness etched itself into his features.

In stark contrast, Romulus exuded an eerie tranquility; his dark eyes smoldered with a predatory gleam, hinting at a power that shifted the scales inexorably in his favor.

Beings of such cosmic magnitude did not merely clash for fleeting hours, they waged their battles over days, and now, four long days had elapsed since this relentless conflict had ignited.

Without hesitation, Romulus struck first.