The battlefield was a planet unlike any other-vast, ancient, and resilient. It was a world forged in the crucible of time, its terrain capable of withstanding the clash of titans. Umbra and Akari stood at its heart, swords drawn, their eyes locked in silence. There were no words to be said, no explanations to be given. This was a fight neither of them had chosen, but both knew they must see through to the end.
Akari's blade shimmered with ethereal light, a manifestation of her magic and will. Umbra's sword, dark as the void itself, seemed to absorb the very light around it. The two weapons clashed, sending shockwaves rippling across the planet's surface. Entire mountain ranges crumbled under the force, and stars in the distant sky flickered and shattered as their battle raged on.