In an unknown realm, in a distant time, an ancient battlefield lay shrouded in darkness.
The corpses of countless men and creatures littered the field, their blood mixing into strange, multicolored pools that shimmered like a twisted rainbow.
Shockwaves blasted the ground as two godlike warriors clashed, their teeth gritted and bodies straining to gain the upper hand. Sparks brighter than the sun flew through the air as scythe met sword in a violent dance.
Both combatants were thrown several meters backward, carving deep gashes into the ground as they fought to maintain their balance. One of them, wielding a massive scythe, opened his mouth to speak.
"You are good… very good." His voice, deep and demonic, carried an unexpected hint of respect.
"You read my mind," the other warrior replied, a grin spreading across his face as he plunged his sword into the ground, leaning against it.
"It seems it is our fate to fight until death," he said, his voice echoing across the battlefield in divine resonance.
"And yet together we have forged this field of death… it is a shame we must fight, is it not, Demi!?"
Demi's eyes glinted coldly.
"Yes, Roth… but we must know who is stronger. Only one of us shall ascend here today!"
A terrifying aura suddenly erupted from Demi, the scythe crackling with black energy as reality itself seemed to distort around him.
Roth gripped his sword so tightly the white of his knuckles showed, slowly withdrawing it from the ground.
A dense aura radiated from him, responding to the threat before him. He unleashed a flurry of sword slashes, sending multiple waves of energy rippling across the battlefield, though every last one missed.
Demi flickered from side to side, twirling his scythe with blinding speed, his aura tearing the mountains behind him to rubble.
"Let's finish this already!" Roth shouted, his divine voice nearly drowned by the raw power surging around them.
"Agreed…" Demi replied, eyes burning with malice.
"We have fought for decades, Roth. I will claim your power—and ascend beyond anything you could imagine!"
Demi swung his scythe, and a massive rift tore open in the air. Pressure washed across the battlefield as a humanoid figure stepped through.
Its body was cloaked in black ethereal fabric, hiding all features except a pair of scaled, demonic wings and glowing red eyes. Hands and feet were equally otherworldly, clawed like a dragon's.
Without hesitation, Roth swung his sword at both Demi and the figure, a massive wave of energy erupting from its blade, coalescing into the form of a massive yellow serpent with bared fangs.
Those who had seen Roth fight before tended to tremble at the sight of him—but instead of dodging, Demi and the cloaked being simply stood tall in defiance. The wave reached them, and the cloaked figure raised a hand, effortlessly catching the energy.
The blast shattered the surrounding mountains with such force that Roth staggered, horrified. When the dust cleared, Demi was gone.
In his place stood the cloaked being, transformed…
Demonic horns curved from under its hood, stopping just beneath a gold crown floating above its head, wreathed in black flame. Its wings had turned pitch black, angelic and terrifying. The scythe it held crackled with red and black energy.
Roth felt it then: a freezing dread. Not for himself—but for Demi. He knew, instinctively, what had been done… and what it meant.
"Why would you do that? You'll die even if you defeat me!"
The figure declined to answer. Instead, a sinister grin revealed rows of sharp, white teeth. Before Roth could react, the figure was upon him, snatching him by the throat so quickly that an afterimage of Roth standing there remained behind, frozen in disbelief.
Pain shot through his body as his arm was torn off, discarded as easily as a ragdoll.
The being hadn't moved an inch—the red and black aura alone had acted, severing his limb.
"Any last words before you are torn limb from limb?" the figure's distorted voice hissed.
Roth gasped through the pain.
"Y-yeah… th-thanks for giving… me… enough t-time."
A low, menacing growl echoed as the being's gaze swept across the battlefield, sensing something wrong.
Symbols ignited across the shattered mountains—carved into the rubble, infinite signs glowed ominously.
"An Infinity Hex!? Damn it! I should have finished you sooner!" The figure shouted, as Roth summoned what remained of his power.
Sending a wave of energy into the symbols, Roth grinned as the entire dimension collapsed in on itself, forming a massive black hole.
Centuries passed as the black hole devoured everything. Eventually, as its gravity weakened, a massive ball of dirt and debris was ejected.
It barreled through space, colliding with countless planets and celestial bodies, its trajectory distorted—until, finally, it was set on course for Earth.