The crack was tiny, barely a blemish on that otherwise completely unhard figure.
No drops of blood actually oozed out of that wound, either. So of that liquid beca visible, but it didn’t have the ti to flow down since the glowing pitch-black smoke imdiately fixed it.
Yet, wounds at that level had a deeper aning. In a way, bodies were physical representations or re shells of grander, ethereal existences. Hurting them signified the ability to touch upon those superior statuses, providing the confirmation Khan needed.
Despite the Maker’s divine heritage, Khan could make him bleed. Therefore, he could kill him. The alien was undeniably strong, stronger than anyone Khan had ever faced. However, they stood in the sa realm.
That ant that Khan didn’t need enlightennt or further evolution. He didn’t have to transform again sohow to be able to affect that opponent.
Khan was already there. He only had to be the better fighter, and there finally was so progress.
Khan hadn’t really had the ti to test what his body could do after spending the past weeks eating moons and other small celestial bodies.
Theoretically, the change should have been slight, but it was a difference nonetheless, and those details gained utmost importance in fights at such high levels.
Truth be told, that was also true when it ca to the gains from the Nak’s ho world. The battle in Aynor couldn’t make Khan go all-out, so he was testing what he was really capable of at that exact mont.
Moreover, Khan never had the opportunity to fight such a grand opponent. That was his first ti testing himself against actual stars, so it took him a few exchanges to get used to that spectacular but strange battle.
That series of reckless exchanges ultimately led to confidence. Khan couldn’t only fight stars. He could also win against them.
Of course, everything had a price. In Khan’s case, and as it had often been the case in his life, the currency for his achievents was pain.
Realistically, there was no way to dodge the Maker’s attacks. Even defending against them had clear limits.
The alien’s mastery wasn’t sothing that could be matched. The Maker was better than Khan in ways that he couldn’t even imagine himself achieving. Still, that only applied to spells and matter manipulation.
Khan could rely on his body, which was finally starting to keep up with that heated battle, and another ability, which looked on the verge of the long-awaited breakthrough.
The Maker watched as Khan’s body healed, replacing the burns with healthy tissue, shedding off any fuming patch of flesh to restore him to his unhard state.
That recovery speed was spectacular, even surpassing what the True Chaos could achieve, but sothing else soon claid the Maker’s attention. Khan also diverted his gaze, joining him in the inspection of the last variable in the battle.
The cloud had remained in its place since the beginning of the battle, unaffected and unbothered by the bursts of scorching, obliterating light that had subrged it.
Nevertheless, the spell had changed while Khan and the Maker were busy trying to kill each other, and the sa went for its situation.
More crackling tendrils had grown from the cloud, acting as thundering tentacles that converged at the sa spot. The spell’s main body had also inflated by several sizes, vouching for its power increase, which remained unable to overwhelm the blinding blockade.
The Maker had initially used one miniature star to keep the cloud busy, but the latter was now against three of those, raging to no end, struggling to devour them, but still stuck in that stalemate.
Just like Khan was aware of where his edge stood in that battle, so was the Maker. The alien couldn’t do much against Khan’s body, but that destructive lifeform was a different matter.
Facing the cloud directly would expose the Maker, so he had opted to keep it busy. However, the plan had reached its limit.
A thundering cry suddenly roared through the area, replacing any other sound. The cloud abruptly expanded, its crackling fabric washing over the blinding miniature stars to incorporate them into its body.
The cloud had been unable to overwhelm the miniature stars until now, so forcing them inside its figure exposed it to the full extent of their power.
The vast, tentacled cloud imdiately shrank because of that. The stars’ gravity and scorching properties forced the spell to condense and deplete an imnse amount of mana to survive that direct exposure.
However, the opposite was also true. That forceful absorption put the cloud’s structural integrity at risk but subrged the miniature stars in its crackling energy, forcing them to face a dense and unending version of its destruction.
That reckless approach could very well an the cloud’s death. Still, it also featured one key advantage. Whatever the clash’s outco was, it would happen quickly instead of after a prolonged stalemate.
Both Khan and the Maker were aware of that point, so they simply watched, keeping track of each other through their senses to intervene if either of them decided to affect that clash.
The cloud’s thundering cries grew louder. Its glow also intensified, but its figure kept shrinking, seemingly unable to overpower the miniature celestial bodies it had enveloped.
Despite the cloud’s struggles, that trend continued, eventually affecting its voice and light. The spell dimd as its cries grew muffled, collapsing upon themselves alongside its figure.
The process continued until the cloud beca nothing more than a dark spark. It looked about to disappear, ready to release what it shouldn’t have eaten, which the following event seed to confirm.
Another roar pierced the area, accompanied by a blinding flash. Gales of energy spread everywhere, blowing over Khan and the Maker, blinding them and ssing with their senses.
Then, as the two warriors’ perception recovered, they found themselves imrsed in a different world, which also described how the previous clash had really gone.
"You took your ti," Khan scoffed as purple-red light shone all over him, showing no trace of the previous glowing darkness.
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