The ring of steel against steel subsided, the echoes dying into the endlessness of the arena. Umbra, the One True King, knelt without motion, his blade still lodged in the fractured ground. Across from him, Astra, the True God, stood trembling, her weapon loose at her side, barely held by fingers that seemed too weak to clutch it any longer.
The battlefield was a ruin of broken stars and shattered galaxies, the weight of their battle evident in the void that stretched endlessly around them. Where once celestial brilliance adorned the cosmos, there was now only emptiness, a stark testament to the clash that had shaken existence itself. The once-roaring crowd had fallen silent, their cheers replaced with uneasy murmurs, their expressions a mix of confusion and dread.