"So this is… Father's… his true power," Kratos watched with fervor, his blood boiling as he clenched his fists, overcome with the urge to charge into the fray himself.
However, Axis's undeniable command, coupled with a battle that transcended the limits of his comprehension, forced him to suppress the impulse.
"Is this his true power?" Sanguinius's golden eyes widened in shock. "It surpasses the realm of the warp deities… a strength I cannot even begin to describe."
He could sense that Axis's current level of power had soared far beyond any being he knew, surpassing even the Emperor himself in terms of raw might.
Even if he were to unleash the full extent of his sacred power, the full might of a being of the Empyrean, he would not last a single moment against either of the two combatants.
"We must get away! The shockwaves are too terrifying." Kasha made a calm assessment.
The three of them had to retreat, lest they be engulfed by the devastating storm of energy. She was used to this at this point, and she trusted her husband. She trusted that Axis would be the one to claim final victory.
"But Mother, what about Father?" Kratos asked.
Sanguinius also looked toward Kasha with concern. If he remained, he could at least use his holy light to heal Axis should he fall into a disadvantage.
"You must have faith in your father, just as I have faith in my husband and Sanguinius has faith in his brother," Kasha explained. "By moving away, we allow your father to fight with his full strength. Besides, he has the pride of a Saiyan. He does not need our help."
The pride of a Saiyan.
It was then that Kratos seemed to understand something. It was a pride born from his very bloodline, the pride of a true warrior.
"I understand, Mother. We will move away."
The three of them nodded in unison.
Sanguinius then unfurled his golden wings and carried them away, flying toward the galactic fringe. The heart of the conflict was no longer a place they could remain.
"Axis! YOU HAVE ENRAGED ME!" The Dark King let out a roar that shattered the void itself.
His form, composed of pure dark energy, swelled violently. It transformed into a writhing, sky-blotting nebula, with a supermassive black hole at its core that absorbed all light and matter around it.
His intent was clear. He would drag Axis, along with this entire region of space, into the eternal nothingness of the void.
"Is that the extent of your power?" Axis brought his hands to his side and roared, "Dragon Fist!"
The fused blue and gold divine power within him converged with impossible speed. An unprecedented sphere of energy took shape in an instant, its core blazing with destructive white incandescence, all sheathed in a brilliant blue and gold aura.
Its sheer power sent a tremor through the very souls of Sanguinius and the others, even from their position at the edge of the star system.
From the energy, a divine dragon emerged, its form a shimmering tapestry of gold, green, blue, and red light.
This was the culmination of all the power Axis now commanded: the might of the legendary Super Saiyan, the divinity of a Super Saiyan God, the raw power of a Super Saiyan 4, and the foundational strength of the original Super Saiyan.
After ascending to godhood, Axis had unified all these forces into a singular divine power that was his alone.
With a final, thunderous shout, he commanded, "Divine Dragon!"
A torrent of blue, green, red, and gold roared across the cosmos.
This was no mere energy beam but a divine dragon of retribution, forged from pure divine power and the very concept of destruction. It effortlessly tore through the dark nebula and struck the core black hole with unerring precision.
A cataclysmic boom followed.
It was a sound beyond description, not one that traveled through air, but a fundamental vibration that shook matter, energy, and the very fabric of spacetime.
The core of the Dark King was violently shattered.
A terrifying explosion swept through the ruined star system, scouring away the last vestiges of its existence. Space itself cracked like a shattered mirror, and from these fissures, the furious energies of the Warp began to flood into realspace. Axis's attack had done more than simply tear a hole between universes. It had ripped open a colossal Warp Gate, large enough to swallow an entire planet.
Endless legions of daemons, thrilled at the prospect, began to pour forth from the Immaterium, seeking to defile the mortal plane. Yet what met them was not a new world to conquer, but the residual blast of terrifying dark energy and the blinding light of the four-colored divine dragon.
At that moment, Axis manifested the full extent of his power, transforming into a colossal divine dragon a million meters in length.
It hovered in the void, facing a behemoth formed from pure despair and darkness.
The Immaterium quaked violently.
The terrible ripples of this battle, which had already exceeded the limits of the physical universe, finally pierced the veil of reality and slammed into the domain of the Warp.
In the depths of the Eye of Terror, Slaanesh's palace rocked from the formless shockwave.
The banquet of excess was interrupted, and for the first time, the Prince of Pleasure's expression was one of shock and doubt as they sensed a power that was neither of Chaos nor anything they had encountered before.
On the Domain of Plague, the vile contents of Nurgle's cauldron churned.
The Plaguefather ceased his whispers, his immense, decaying form turning to face the direction of realspace as he let out a confused gurgle.
Atop the Brass Throne, Khorne leaped to his feet. His blood-red eyes blazed with an unprecedented battlelust, mixed with a sliver of… apprehension. He felt a pure, destructive force that he both coveted and feared.
Within the Crystal Labyrinth, Tzeentch's crystalline orbs spun manically, flashing with countless shattered futures. The Changer of Ways was thrown into a frenzied storm of prognostication, desperately trying to comprehend this unforeseen variable.
The four mightiest gods of the Chaos pantheon had all perceived this warp-shattering conflict, a battle waged by visitors from another universe.
On the Holy Terra of this parallel universe, upon the Golden Throne, the undying will of the Emperor, who had for millennia endured endless agony to maintain humanity's final bastion, suddenly jolted.
His psychic gaze pierced the maelstrom of the Warp, shot through the barriers of realspace, and saw with perfect clarity the now-obliterated star system.
He saw the figure standing proudly amidst the blue-gold divine flames and the defeated incarnation of darkness, roaring in defiance even as it was grievously wounded.
A single, clear thought echoed through the Emperor's vast consciousness, carrying with it an ancient and complex mix of emotions: surprise, scrutiny, caution, and perhaps even an infinitesimal spark of hope.
'A being from another universe. Another me? Or… another Dark King?'
The corpse on the Golden Throne could not even begin to comprehend what had just occurred.
Back at the epicenter of the cosmic devastation, fragments of spacetime and raging Warp storms churned like a furious ocean.
All matter, including the daemons that had just emerged from the Warp, was instantly torn to shreds by the horrifying energies.
Axis's energy dragon was in itself an ultimate blasphemy against physical law, for it now existed beyond such concepts. Its colossal, million-meter-long body was a winding confluence of green, red, blue, and gold divine light. Its scales shimmered with a light akin to the birth of the universe, and its every movement stirred the fractured space and the tempestuous Warp currents around him.
The dragon's head was a portrait of majesty, its eyes burning like twin stars, containing the infinite fighting spirit of a Saiyan, the gravitas of a god, a primal ferocity, and the will to transcend all mortal limits. This was no longer a simple energy construct; it was the ultimate materialization of Axis's will fused with the totality of his Saiyan divine Ki.
Opposing him, the dark behemoth was the forced personification of the universe's ultimate despair. It drew upon the chaotic energy flooding from the Warp rift and the remnants of its own shattered core, now a more spiteful and refined font of darkness.
The behemoth's body was composed of a light-devouring void, a tangible manifestation of the despairing screams of billions of souls. Its height seemed to dwarf even the dragon, and it radiated a horrifying gravitational field that sought to drag all existence into eternal silence.
A roar erupted from the four-colored divine dragon. It was not a sound wave, but an impact on the very rules of reality.
A boiling ocean of quad-colored light expanded from its maw. The daemonic legions that had just begun to pour from the Warp rifts did not even have time to scream before they were annihilated in the supreme purifying light, their very souls evaporated into nothingness.
The filth of the Empyrean was forcibly expelled and cleansed, creating a relatively clean battlefield.
"Axis! You cannot purify me! I am the end! I am nothingness!" The dark behemoth let out a soul-shaking bellow.
It spread its massive palm, and at its center, a miniature singularity formed, one far deeper and more terrifyingly powerful than its previous black hole.
This was not a physical singularity but one imbued with the very concept of finality, and it pulled madly at the dragon's body, threatening to twist and tear its divine aura apart.
The divine dragon's colossal body struggled and then burst forth with an unprecedented brilliance.
The four-colored divine light stabilized its form. It did not retreat but instead charged the dark behemoth with even greater ferocity.
With a series of thunderous impacts, the dragon struck. Its claws, wreathed in red and blue divine light, tore through space and gouged deep, unhealing wounds in the dark behemoth's chest.
God-flames burned within the trenches as a cascade of dark matter poured out.
The behemoth roared in retaliation. Its giant fist, wrapped in the gravitational pull of its micro-singularity, smashed into the dragon's flank.
A furious shriek escaped the dragon.
The scales at the point of impact shattered, and the red and blue light flickered violently as golden lightning danced across the wound. But then, the core green light, representing the primal life force of Super Saiyan 4, flared brilliantly.
The injury began to heal at a visible rate, mending itself within the divine ki.
The unification of the four divine powers had granted Axis unparalleled destructive force, defense and purification, and the indomitable, tenacious life force of a Saiyan that came from the depths of his bloodline.
The seed of holy light Sanguinius had once given him had also been nourished over the years by this life force, making Axis's regenerative abilities truly terrifying.
The battle had escalated completely, drawing the rapt attention of the four Chaos Gods and even the Emperor of this parallel universe.
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