The decisive duel

In the divine arena, the heavy silence was broken by a powerful murmur. Quetzalcoatl, standing majestically, clutched her glittering sceptre in her hands. Her voice, deep and imposing, rang out:

"It's time to show this world the true power of a goddess.

She raised her sceptre high into the air. The dark clouds, already threatening, parted as if yielding to a superior force. A golden glow escaped from the sceptre, crossing the sky. His voice thundered again:

"Hear my call, Divine Axe Thera!

At that moment, the sceptre changed shape, stretching out and metamorphosing into a huge, glittering axe. Its handle was encrusted with glittering emeralds, while the golden blade seemed capable of splitting reality itself. Quetzalcoatl, now armed with her ultimate weapon, stared at Musashi with a mixture of respect and defiance.

Musashi, watching the transformation, remained silent. His hands firmly grasped his two swords, one slightly longer than the other. He bent his knees slightly, assuming his legendary posture. A breeze, heavy with electricity, swept through the arena. The spectators, both human and divine, held their breath.

Quetzalcoatl swooped down on Musashi with unimaginable speed. His divine axe, surrounded by lightning and flames, came down on him. Musashi sidestepped, his sabres dancing like leaves in the wind. Without wasting a second, he countered with a series of precise attacks.

"Flots du Dragon Éveillé!" he shouted, his sabres tracing perfect arcs, releasing a cutting energy that split the air around the goddess.

Quetzalcoatl parried each blow with divine ease, his axe emitting sparks at every touch. She pivoted gracefully, her wings creating a gust of wind that pushed Musashi back.

"Hurricane of the Sacred Heavens" she shouted, sweeping across the arena with a wind so powerful it tore chunks of stone from the surrounding walls.

Musashi, forced to step back, dug his swords into the ground to avoid being swept away. But he didn't let the wind slow his momentum. He leapt forward, his blades glinting in the celestial light.

For what seemed like an eternity, the two combatants exchanged blow after blow. Each impact resounded like thunder, each movement a deadly dance. Swords against axes, blades and metal clashed at an unimaginable speed. In this frenetic exchange, they executed nearly a million blows.

Quetzalcoatl, surprised by her opponent's determination, stepped back slightly. But she smiled.

"Impressive, human. But you haven't seen anything yet."

She rose into the air, her wings fully extended. A blinding light emanated from her body. Her shape changed, becoming even more imposing. Her feathers took on hues of gold and crimson, and her eyes were incandescent. She now embodied all the power of her divine status.

"You who stand before me, prepare to face the invocation of the elements themselves.

From the sky, lightning struck the ground with a crash, and a hurricane began to form around the arena. Flames erupted from the ground, and the air became heavy with divine energy. Quetzalcoatl raised his axe to the sky and shouted:

"Summon the Elemental Dragons!

A thousand dragons made of wind, fire, lightning and water materialised around her. Their roar sounded like a cry of apocalypse. They launched themselves at Musashi, each one exhaling a force capable of destroying a mountain.

Musashi did not move immediately. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. When he opened them again, his gaze was more piercing than ever. He murmured to himself:

"This is the end. Concentrate everything you are, Musashi.

He threw himself into the fray with surgical precision.

"Slice of Heaven!" he shouted, sweeping away several dragons with a single sweep of his sword.

The spectators were amazed and terrified. One by one, the dragons were decimated, but their numbers seemed infinite. Yet Musashi never slowed down. Every movement was a work of art, every attack a demonstration of his mastery.

Quetzalcoatl, frustrated by her opponent's tenacity, concentrated all her strength. She summoned a gigantic dragon made of lava and pure energy, larger than the arena itself.

"Dragon of the Apocalypse" she shouted, hurling the massive creature at Musashi.

The entire arena was engulfed in unbearable heat. The spectators recoiled, and even some of the gods present felt a certain fear in the face of such a display of power.

Musashi, faced with this colossal threat, closed his eyes one last time. A bluish aura surrounded him, and his swords seemed to vibrate with a new energy.

"Samurai Spirit: Last Blade!"

He leapt forward, his speed beyond belief. He plunged into the lava dragon, his silhouette disappearing in the flames. But a few seconds later, a roar ripped through the air, and the dragon exploded in a shower of solidified lava.

Musashi emerged from the debris, his gaze fixed on Quetzalcoatl. The goddess, though tired, smiled.

"Magnificent... You are truly worthy. But let's see if you can stop this."

She charged at him with her divine axe, while Musashi rushed towards her. Their weapons clashed in a cataclysmic collision. A blinding light engulfed the arena.

When the light disappeared, Loki, who had just returned from his mission, looked on in amazement. Musashi, exhausted but on his feet, moved slowly forward. Behind him, Quetzalcoatl was on his knees, one wing severed and his divine axe shattered at his feet.

She looked up at Musashi and whispered:

"You are truly exceptional... human."

Musashi sheathed his swords elegantly and bowed his head slightly in respect.

"Thank you for this fight. You pushed me beyond my limits."

The two opponents, respectful and exhausted, collapsed simultaneously to the ground. Silence reigned in the arena, until Loki, with a smile on his face, declared:

"A draw, eh? Interesting."