Chapter 122 : The Burning Truth vs Tyrant of Death

Scene 1 : The Battle Begins

Draco and Xeraphis stand across from each other, the ground cracking beneath their feet from the sheer pressure of their energy.

Draco: (gritting his teeth) "This ends here, Xeraphis."

Xeraphis: (smirking) "Does it? Or will you become another soul for my collection?"

They lunge at each other, clashing mid-air with a thunderous shockwave. Each punch and kick creates fissures in the ground. Their movements rapid as they blur across the battlefield.

Scene 2 : Chains of Annihilation

Xeraphis suddenly leaps back, his eyes glowing with malevolent light.

Xeraphis: "Chains of Annihilation!"

Black chains, radiating destructive energy, shoot out and wrap around Draco, draining his stamina with every passing second. Draco struggles but remains defiant.

Draco: (grunting) "You think...this will hold me?"

Xeraphis chuckles and activates his Eyes of Death Perception, his gaze piercing Draco's soul. Draco screams in agony as the energy burns from within.

Scene 3 : Undead Army vs. Draco's Clones

Xeraphis raises his hand.

Xeraphis: "Oblivio Summon!"

10,000 undead soldiers rise from the cracked space, their hollow eyes fixed on Draco.

Draco: "Not today... Self Duplication!"

100 clones of Draco materialize around him, each charging headfirst into the undead army. The battlefield erupts into chaos as flames, energy blasts, and clashing weapons fill the air. Slowly but surely, Draco's clones overpower the undead.

Xeraphis: (clapping slowly) "Impressive. But do you understand who I am? I am the Tyrant of Death, Suffering, and Pain. You can't stop me."

Draco: (teleporting behind him) "I don't care. Infernal Cataclysm! Infernal Ascendancy!"

Hellfire and scorching flames merge into a torrent of destruction, engulfing Xeraphis. Yet, he merely tanks the attack, his armor glowing red-hot but unbroken.

Scene 4 : The Final Gambit

Draco narrows his eyes, formulating a plan.

Draco: "Self Duplication!"

30 clones appear, each with a purpose. Ten clones unleash Infernal Cataclysm, another ten fire Infernal Ascendancy, five amplify the pain with Law Bender, and the last five use Dragon's Fate, ensuring the attacks strike true.

The battlefield glows with the combined energy, an explosion of power rushing toward Xeraphis. Yet, at the last moment, only 10% of the attack connects. Xeraphis grins and flicks his hand.

Xeraphis: "Foolish. Implode."

All clones explode simultaneously, the shockwaves throwing Draco to the ground, battered and bleeding.

Xeraphis: (Smirking and laughing) "I never knew playing with someone could be this fun."

Scene 5 : Final Forms Collide

Draco rises, eyes burning with determination.

Draco: "I'm not done. (Draco screams and transforms) The Burning Truth!"

Flames of truth engulf Draco, his form radiant and unstoppable. He launches forward, fists coated in searing energy. Xeraphis meets him head-on.

The two trade punches, kicks, and energy blasts, the ground beneath them crumbling away. Each strike sends shockwaves across reality, tearing through space itself.

Scene 6 : Exhausted but Unyielding

Both warriors, exhausted but unyielding, stand in the middle of the battlefield, breathing heavily. Their eyes lock, determination burning in both gazes.

Draco: (panting) "Still standing... huh?"

Xeraphis: (smirking despite the damage) "As are you. This isn't over."

To be continued...

Narrator :

The ground lay shattered, reality itself trembling under the weight of two unstoppable forces. The air, thick with smoke and the scent of burning earth, bore witness to the clash of ideologies—truth against tyranny, flame against death.

Draco, the embodiment of resilience, stood tall despite his wounds, the flames of his conviction burning brighter than ever. Xeraphis, the Tyrant of Death, smiled through the cracks in his armor, his malevolence unwavering, his thirst for domination unquenched.

Both warriors had pushed past mortal limits, their every move shaking the very fabric of existence. But battles of this scale are never just about power—they are about will. About belief. About how far one is willing to go to see their truth realized or their tyranny enforced.

And as the dust settled, one truth became clear:

"This battle is far from over. For when titans clash, victory is not claimed by strength alone—but by the unyielding spirit that refuses to fall."

To be continued…