The heavens shook.
Two titans stood, facing each other with weapons not just forged but born from the essence of all they'd suffered.
Krishima, eyes glowing blood-red, floated above the world, his Skyfall a crystallized blood sword stretching for miles gripped in both hands. Its pressure was so immense that even space cracked in waves around him.
Across him stood Kurohiro, his newly forged weapon, Oblivion, resting on his shoulder. No longer laughing, his eyes glinted with something far worse certainty. A being of hatred so deep, even the void blinked away in fear.
Then it began.
Skyfall crashed down. Oblivion swung upward.
BOOM!
The collision split the sky in half. Mountains were flattened. Oceans vaporized. Light bent, and time stuttered.
Both were pushed back, bleeding, broken, yet smiling.
Krishima roared and his body exploded into a gigantic form his giant Viroshis Form, a towering, demonic giant with four arms, each gripping a blade made of raw crystallized plasma. The air around him shimmered red, poisoned with rage.
Kurohiro answered in kind.
Yamihara his cursed domain of shadows unleashed.
Wings of black flame and spectral eyes opened around him. Chains slithered from the cracks in space. His body burning, cracked, nearly broken but his will was unshaken.
Then came the final act.
As the two clashed once more, their energies began to fade. Skyfall cracked. Oblivion screeched. Both weapons were on the edge of collapse. Blood poured from their mouths, skin began to break.
Krishima's expression shifted.
"This… this can't be how it ends…"
And Kurohiro disappeared.
Not blinked. Not dashed.
Evaporated like mist.
Krishima froze.
Then
SLASH!
A spray of blood exploded from his left arm it had been broken clean off.
Kurohiro was inside his giant form, his body shadowed and scorched, but eyes burning with ghostly fire.
"You left your core exposed," he whispered.
SMASH!
He punched Krishima's core, the very nexus of his energy, with everything he had left. The shockwave split the Viroshis form in half.
CRACK!
His fist then slammed into Krishima's neck, caving it in with a horrifying crunch. Silence followed.
Krishima's body hung mid-air.
A second later
The Viroshis form began to vanishing into the space into ash and blood. Skyfall shattered into a million red shards, raining across the battlefield.
A collective shudder passed across the world.
Every Viroshis General froze.
Then, in synchrony, they retreated immediately, without hesitation.
Haruno, Huotang, Kalki, and Rumina battered but standing watched from afar, eyes wide. The moment Krishima fell, the skies cleared, the darkness faded. The war… had ended.
Kurohiro, floating above the battlefield, covered in armor made of monsters, let out a breathless laugh. Blood ran from his lips, but he didn't fall. He just watched.
In the distance, the retreating Viroshis generals carried Krishima's broken body, disappearing into the void.
The world was silent. But peace… was uncertain.