There was no time to be counted, no world left to be destroyed. Everything had become an extension of an endless void, where laws held no meaning, and where only two beings stood in the nothingness—Rain Erthon and his mysterious opponent.
But this battle was not just a clash between two equal forces... It was a reconstruction of existence itself.
"Do you see it, Rain?" the man spoke, his eyes glimmering faintly amidst the infinite darkness. "We've broken the boundaries, escaped the world's chains. We are no longer human."
Rain did not smile, but he didn't need to. His gaze alone carried a single answer: he already knew that.
"The question isn't who has escaped the chains..." he said, his voice echoing in the void like a distant reality. "But who will rule them now."
The moment his words ended, the void itself trembled. It was as if the space around them could no longer contain their existence.
But the difference between them was clear.
While the man struggled to maintain his balance, Rain stood firm, as if the chaos around him was merely a part of him.
"Can you feel it?" he asked, raising his hand slowly.
In an instant, black shadows gathered behind him—not just energy, but something alive, something that pulsed with existence yet did not belong to any known world.
"This isn't magic, nor a spiritual ability..." Rain spoke in a low voice. "This is absolute will."
The man did not wait—he needed no further proof.
He moved at an incomprehensible speed, lethal energy surging around him—
But it never reached its target.
The moment he tried to strike, Rain vanished.
Not as a mere evasion... but as if he had never existed in the first place.
"What... is this?"
Before he could comprehend, an overwhelming force struck him. But it wasn't a physical blow.
It was something far worse.
It felt as though a piece of his very existence had been forcefully torn away.
He staggered back, breathless, but he knew—this danger was far from over.
Because Rain... was moving again.
"You understand now, don't you?" Rain spoke as he walked forward, his steps making no sound in the absolute void.
The man remained silent.
For the first time since this battle began—he had no answer.
"You always believed that power was the ultimate rule." Rain continued, his voice calm but carrying something far deeper than mere words. "But in the end... even power itself is just a concept waiting to be shattered."
At that moment, the man felt something he had never felt before.
He felt... weak.
Rain raised his hand, and the surrounding shadows converged, forming something that was neither pure energy nor a mere weapon.
It was... a final judgment.
"No more chances." His voice was steady, his eyes now entirely black—as if he had abandoned the last remnants of his humanity.
The man tried to resist, but his body no longer obeyed him.
Because this was no longer just a battle…
It was a reconstruction of everything.
And in the end, there could only be one who stood above all.
And that person... was Rain Erthon.
To be continued...
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