Heaven VS Hell (3)

The collision between their forces was like an explosion of cosmic energy. The shockwave spread across the land, tearing apart the earth beneath them, but neither fighter seemed to flinch. Karlos's grin only widened as he pushed more of his energy into the attack, but Zalario's response was swift. The Lord of Judgment raised his sword, and in a single, effortless motion, space itself bent and twisted around him, forming a protective shield of pure, radiant energy.

Karlos's attack slammed into the shield with enough force to shatter mountains, but the shield held. Zalario stood tall, unfazed, his eyes glowing with the intensity of his divine power.

"You may have power, Karlos," Zalario said, his voice carrying the weight of unspoken centuries, "but your arrogance blinds you. There are forces greater than raw strength alone."

With a single swing of his blade, Zalario sent a wave of energy cascading toward Karlos, a shimmering line of light that seemed to cut through the very fabric of reality. Karlos's eyes narrowed in response. He spun in midair, his own sword glowing with dark energy as he slashed through the wave, splitting it in two.

But Zalario was already there, his sword flashing once more. This time, Karlos barely had time to react as the angel's blade sliced through the air, closing the distance in the blink of an eye. Karlos gritted his teeth, blocking the attack with his sword, but the sheer force of the blow sent him crashing into the ground below.

For a moment, it seemed as though Zalario had the upper hand. But Karlos was far from finished. He stood, a furious glint in his eyes, and roared. "You're not the only one who can warp reality!"

The sky itself seemed to bend and warp as Karlos unleashed the full extent of his Abyss King "Nox" power. Void rifts tore open around him, pulling in everything nearby, threatening to swallow the entire battlefield. Darkness spread out like an ocean, surging toward Zalario with a force that could annihilate entire cities.

Zalario didn't hesitate. His wings flared out, glowing with divine light, and he leaped into the air, his sword raised high. "Then prepare to face judgment."

The angel's form gleamed brighter than the sun as he surged forward, meeting Karlos's attack head-on. Their blades clashed again, the shockwaves of their battle shaking the heavens. The two beings—one a True Demon Lord and the other a primordial angel—were locked in a clash that seemed to echo across the universe.

The battle was far from over. Both were pushing their limits, and neither was willing to back down. Their power was like a storm, ripping through the sky with every swing, every clash, every movement. And I, standing on the sidelines, could only watch in awe.

As the battle raged on, both Karlos and Zalario were locked in a frenzy of combat, their grins widening with each passing second. The sky above them crackled with the raw energy of their clash, and the very air seemed to vibrate with anticipation. Neither was willing to back down, each strike, each movement fueled by pure exhilaration.

Zalario, the primordial angel, had never experienced a battle like this. As he clashed swords with Karlos, he couldn't help but feel something unexpected stirring within him—a burning excitement that he hadn't felt in eons. He was no longer just an observer of divine judgments or a force of cosmic balance. No, this battle, this fight against Karlos, was on a level he hadn't expected to experience. It was like a primal thrill, one that made his blood surge with excitement.

What is this feeling? Zalario thought, his grin widening as he parried another blow. There was a hunger in his eyes, an adrenaline-fueled thirst for the battle itself. His body was alive with the energy of combat, and his every move was in perfect harmony with the flow of the fight.

On the other side, Karlos was just as ecstatic. The True Demon Lord had fought countless battles, torn through cities, and wiped out entire armies. But nothing compared to this—facing an opponent as powerful and skilled as Zalario, a primordial angel whose very existence seemed to challenge the laws of nature itself. To Karlos, this battle was the epitome of excitement. His heart raced with every swing of his sword, his mind ablaze with the rush of battle.

I never thought I would be fighting a primordial angel on equal footing, Karlos thought, his grin reflecting his excitement. Truly, Lord Velsun, you are amazing. I love this. The thrill of facing a worthy opponent, the heat of battle—it was everything he had ever wanted, and more. He had never felt so alive, so powerful, as if this fight was the culmination of his entire existence.

As Karlos swung his sword again, darkness rippling from the blade, Zalario responded in kind, his sword flashing with the brilliance of light. Their swords clashed once more, and for a moment, time itself seemed to freeze. The world held its breath, watching as these two titans collided in a storm of destruction.

Their movements were no longer just about power—they were dancing, two forces of nature engaged in a battle of wills. Karlos, with his dark, abyssal energy, and Zalario, with his divine, radiant power, were locked in a perfect symphony of destruction. Each strike felt like an explosion, each movement felt like a shift in the very foundation of reality.

The excitement was palpable. Karlos's eyes gleamed with the thrill of combat, and Zalario's smile was one of unrestrained joy. They were no longer just adversaries—they were two warriors at the peak of their abilities, savoring every moment of their battle. The sky above them seemed to burn brighter with each clash, and the land beneath them shook with the force of their blows.

As I watched the two of them, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. These were my warriors, my creations, and they were fighting with everything they had. This battle was more than just a test of strength—it was a celebration of their power, their growth, and their potential. And as I looked at the two combatants, grinning with exhilaration, I knew this was just the beginning.

The clash of their swords echoed through the battlefield, the sound resonating like a war drum in the distance. Each strike brought them closer to the edge of their limits, and neither seemed willing to stop. This battle was more than just a fight—it was an experience, a test, and an exhibition of power.

The battle between Karlos and Zalario raged on, each strike more intense than the last. But now, amidst their heavy breathing and battle-worn bodies, something unexpected happened. Both warriors paused for a brief moment, standing there, looking at each other with a sort of amused grin that was almost too relaxed for the ferocity of the fight.

Karlos was panting, his sword still gripped firmly in his hand, but there was a wild gleam in his eyes. His body was exhausted, but the exhilaration of the battle, the intoxicating thrill of fighting someone so powerful, was all-consuming. "Bruh, is Karlos high?" I thought with a puzzled expression. He had that dazed, almost blissful look in his eyes, as though the rush of battle had taken him to another level.

Karlos, still with that strange, high look on his face, turned his head slightly toward me. "Lord Velsun," he said, voice dripping with sincerity, yet there was an unmistakable lightness in it. "Serving you... has been the greatest thing I did in my life." His words, though earnest, had that disjointed, almost carefree quality, as though the sheer enjoyment of the fight had transported him into a state of euphoria. He then turned to Zalario, still grinning like a man who had tasted the ultimate joy of combat.

Zalario, too, was panting, his wings slightly ruffled, but his smile never faltering. He had always been calm, composed, but the thrill of the fight against Karlos was something else entirely. For the first time, he was facing an opponent who matched him, someone who pushed him to his limits, and it was exhilarating. As Karlos looked at him with that wild grin, Zalario couldn't help but think back to his days with the other primordials.

Coming with Velsun has been fun for me… this feeling, this enjoyment, I have never felt it when I was with the other primordials. Is this comradery? Zalario thought, a quiet revelation forming in his mind as he looked at Karlos, whose energy was palpable. The laughter of battle rang in Zalario's ears, and for the first time in a long time, he felt a deep sense of connection with his opponent—no longer just a foe but someone worthy of this fierce and thrilling struggle.

The tension between them was no longer one of enemies, but of two warriors who had found something in each other—a mutual respect, perhaps, or something deeper. Their swords lowered slightly, and in that moment, despite their exhaustion, there was something unspoken between them. It was a feeling that neither of them had expected. They were warriors, yes, but in this battle, they were also comrades in arms, battling together against the pressures of their own destinies.

Even I couldn't help but smile at the spectacle. It was clear to me that something had shifted between them—something beyond mere competition. What had started as a battle for dominance had turned into an exchange, a mutual understanding of each other's strength and resolve. This was what true warriors experienced—the shared joy of combat, the excitement of facing your equal, and the bond forged in the heat of battle.

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