The battle between Aestrea and Chronos had stretched on for weeks.
Yes... weeks.
Not hours, days... but actual weeks.
In the vast emptiness of space, time had lost all meaning.
They had fought across shattered star systems, through exploding nebulae, and across the ruins of entire galaxies.
Their clashes had become a constant, unrelenting storm of violence that never seemed to end.
CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!
THRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!
Swords met scepter in a never-ending rhythm.
Aestrea's dual swords flashed like black lightning, carving deep, bleeding wounds into Chronos's body.
Golden blood sprayed in glittering arcs every time the Heaven Swallowing Sword bit into divine flesh, devouring chunks of Chronos's essence before the God of Time could reverse the damage.
Chronos retaliated as brutally as he could.
His scepter moved like a blur of time itself, striking Aestrea's ribs, shoulders, and face with accelerated force.
