The sky churned, a living storm of celestial violence.
White and green lightning laced the heavens, spiraling around the two titans suspended in the void. Below, the world fell into a hollow silence, as if the earth itself were holding its breath, waiting for the sky to break.
Eiden moved first.
He dissolved into a burst of radiant white light, reappearing in the Dark Knight's blind spot with a downward slash that cleaved the very clouds. The Knight reacted with predatory instinct, wings snapping open to catch the blow; the resulting shockwave rippled across the horizon like a stone cast into a still pond.
The Dark Knight roared into the counter-attack, his massive greatsword tracing a lethal, wide arc. Green fire erupted from the edge, birthing a crescent of energy that tore through the atmosphere like a burning comet. Eiden raised a single gauntlet, ancient white sigils manifesting in a heartbeat. The emerald crescent shattered against the divine barrier, raining down in a shower of sparks that mimicked falling stars.
They clashed again. And again. And again.
Each collision sent tremors through the firmament, bending the cloud layer into perfect, expanding circles. The air groaned under the pressure, the atmosphere struggling to contain the sheer magnitude of their existence.
Igniting his wings with a surge of draconic fire, the Dark Knight shot toward the zenith. Eiden pursued, white flames erupting from his heels as he ascended like a rising star. They met at the peak of the world. Their blades met with such devastating force that the clouds beneath them collapsed into a screaming vortex of white and green.
The Dark Knight thrust his hand forward, unleashing a barrage of green beams that streaked across the sky like dying meteors. Eiden wove through the onslaught with impossible grace, the emerald blasts detonating in his wake as he closed the distance.
Eiden struck back, his blade carving a wide, luminous arc. A wave of white aura erupted, splitting the heavens in two. The Dark Knight crossed his wings, bracing himself as the tidal force of the blow crashed against him. The impact sent him hurtling backward through the thin air.
Eiden was there instantly, appearing behind his foe with his blade raised for a killing stroke. But the Knight twisted mid-fall, his wings snapping open to arrest his momentum. He spun, his greatsword slashing upward in a blazing, defiant arc. Eiden caught the strike, the collision sending both warriors spiraling apart like twin suns.
They steadied themselves in the thin air, their auras flaring with renewed intensity. Then, they vanished.
The sky erupted.
White and green streaks lashed across the heavens as they engaged at speeds that defied reality. Every collision birthed a new star in the twilight, tearing the clouds into massive rings that stretched for miles.
The Dark Knight dove, wings tucked tight, green fire trailing behind him like a comet's tail. Eiden followed, white flames spiraling around his descent. They collided mid-fall. The resulting shockwave purged the sky of clouds entirely, revealing the sun for one fleeting, brilliant moment before the heavens darkened again under the sheer weight of their power.
They pulled apart, hovering above the silent world, their breathing heavy and rhythmic.
The Dark Knight's armor began to crack, green light weeping from the fissures in his scales. Eiden's cloak fluttered in tatters of white aura, his divine form showing the strain of the struggle.
They were far from finished.
The Dark Knight raised his greatsword, green fire spiraling upward in a towering tornado of spite. Eiden lifted his own blade, the white aura swirling around him like a divine hurricane.
The wind screamed. The sky trembled. The world waited