The nuclear chaos planet trembled violently, the air thick with molten heat and twisted energy. Shadows bent unnaturally, and the very sky shimmered with waves of raw power. Naraka loomed above them, massive, undefined, pressing against existence itself.
Chris gritted his teeth in the cockpit of Void Mecha. The God of Sword hummed faintly, pulsing in sync with his heartbeat. "It's now or never," he muttered, eyes narrowing. "We end this—here and now."
Maya and Yoguruma ducked behind rubble, watching in awe and fear as Void Mecha stepped forward, energy thrumming through its frame. Sparks danced along its blades, brighter than ever before, as if the machine itself had sensed the need for evolution.
Naraka's presence surged, twisting the planet further. Rocks levitated, molten rivers writhed, and the shadows thickened. A pulse of energy slammed against Void Mecha, sending it staggering—but Chris's hands were steady.
"Focus," he said. "I've adapted. Time to show it what we're capable of."
Void Mecha's sensors flickered, then stabilized. Systems reconfigured, energy channels realigned. A new aura of light burst from its frame—the God of Sword now blazed with an intensity that seemed to push back the impossible distortions of the planet itself.
Chris's voice was calm but commanding. "Brace yourselves. This ends now."
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Void Mecha leapt forward, its massive blades slicing through the warped air, cutting paths that twisted reality itself. Naraka lashed out, trying to overwhelm with its omnipresent force, but Void Mecha anticipated every move, countering with precise strikes that forced the impossible entity to stagger.
Maya gasped. "It… it's actually hitting it!"
Yoguruma's jaw dropped. "How… how is this possible?"
Chris clenched his teeth. "It's simple. Adapt, impose our rules, and strike where it's vulnerable."
With a surge of energy, Void Mecha activated its new power fully. The God of Sword split into twin blades of pure radiance, cutting not just through space but through the very concept of Naraka's form. Light cascaded across the battlefield, scorching molten rivers, shattering rocks, and rending the shadows themselves.
Naraka roared—an impossible, resonating sound that shook the air, a scream that didn't fully exist. It lashed out with all its mass, energy waves radiating in every direction, but Void Mecha weaved through effortlessly, slicing and striking with unparalleled precision.
Chris's voice echoed over the hum of the blades. "This is what you get for threatening this world!"
With a final, decisive strike, the twin blades pierced through the core of Naraka. The energy concentrated into a single point of blinding light. The impossible figure screamed, reality twisting around it as Void Mecha's strike unmade its presence.
Then—silence.
The shadows collapsed, molten rivers calmed, and the nuclear chaos planet shuddered one last time. Naraka was gone, nothing left but faint traces of energy fading into the void.
Maya fell to her knees, trembling. "It… it's dead?"
Yoguruma stared, wide-eyed. "I… I can't believe it… it's actually gone…"
Chris deactivated the new power, the God of Sword returning to its normal glow. He exhaled, voice steady but tired. "It's over. For now. But the real fight… is just beginning."
Outside, the remnants of the battlefield smoldered. The nuclear chaos planet had survived, scarred but stable. Void Mecha stood tall, a beacon of hope in a world of impossibility.
Maya looked up at Chris, awe and relief mixing in her eyes. "You… you did it."
Chris's expression was calm, eyes scanning the horizon. "We did it. Together."
Yoguruma shook his head, still stunned. "That… that was insane. I'm never questioning your power again."
Chris allowed himself a small nod. "Good. Because we'll need it for what comes next."
And far beyond the planet, unseen in the void, the remnants of impossible forces stirred. The battle with Naraka was won—but the war against the universe's deadliest entities was only escalating.