The stadium shook under the weight of this battle, the roar of several thousand beings from across the multiverse a distant hum beneath the raw energy radiating from the combatants. Battered and bleeding, Umbra, the One True King, stood, eyes locked on the figure before him, Astra-the True God. The air crackled with power, the very fabric of reality shuddering with each blow, each move they made. Yet, something was different. A quiver in Astra's stance. A softening in her eyes that even the most observant beings could not ignore.
And God-Who-Had-Been, who once ruled over everything with a grasp so firm and strong, to which none dared approach-even the strongest, now was struggling not with her head or mere resolution but with her very heart. Tears coursed over her face, mingling with sweat and blood on this once-immaculate creature, a god. In her grasp lay a staff formed from Heaven's light; it brightened and beamed, yet shone not just with glory-a desperate glow.