Abyssal-2

Amidst the cosmic graveyard of molten cores and fragmented moons, Collins, the Lightning God, stood resolute.

His very presence radiated unrestrained thunder, every pulse of his golden aura a living embodiment of celestial fury.

Across the void, Veyros, the Abyssal Sovereign, cloaked in a shifting mantle of eternal darkness, loomed as the final obstacle between Collins and absolute victory.

For eons, the forces of light and dark had clashed across the universe.

Today, however, destiny had conspired to witness the end of one, a moment when Collins would unleash a power so overwhelming that even the void would tremble in its wake.

Without words, their wills spoke through the language of magic.

Collins, his eyes aglow with the intensity of dying stars, surged forward.

In a burst of incandescent energy, he vanished from sight, bending the fabric of reality to his command.