Morgoth’s charge should have been decisive.
A blade infused with the full weight of his darkness, aid straight at Rowan rcer’s skull.
Instead, Rowan’s draconic face split into sothing dangerously close to a grin.
"After all that bombardnt, you finally ca out."
Two massive claws snapped shut.
The colossal sword was caught between them.
Bare-handed.
Before Morgoth could react, Rowan triggered two forces simultaneously.
Consumption.
Annihilation.
The darkness coating the blade thinned instantly, stripped away as if scraped by an invisible tide.
In that sa mont, space folded.
Morgoth vanished.
The battlefield fell silent.
Morgoth reappeared inside a foreign sky.
A strange world.
Wrong laws.
Wrong structure.
Not Arda.
Not anywhere he recognized.
"What is this place?"
He had helped shape the universe through Ilúvatar’s Music.
He knew the feel of Middle-earth’s foundations.
This realm was artificial.
Patchwork.
Built from alien principles.
Rowan appeared opposite him.
"Welco to my world."
Before Morgoth could swing his blade, golden chains erupted from every direction, inscribed with countless runes.
They wrapped around his limbs, torso, and neck in an instant.
"World-Sealing Chains."
A construct modeled after the divine-binding artifact once wielded by Gilgash, reinforced with sealing systems from multiple realities.
Chains ant to bind gods.
Morgoth felt it imdiately.
His power was being crushed.
Suppressed to less than half.
"What have you done...?"
He roared and poured power into his sword.
Instead of striking the chains.
Instead of striking Rowan.
He slashed at space itself.
If he could tear open a path, he could escape back to Middle-earth.
Rowan moved first.
A blade of light ford in his grasp.
"Excalibur."
A replicated manifestation of the Sword of Promised Victory, produced through Infinite Blade Works.
Rowan swung.
A colossal wave of holy radiance tore through the artificial sky and crashed toward Morgoth.
Morgoth had only two choices.
Finish tearing space apart.
Or defend himself.
He chose survival.
The dark sword reversed course, colliding with the descending wall of light.
The explosion shook the entire pocket world.
Morgoth staggered.
For the first ti in countless ages...
He felt genuine danger.
"Is this... the potential of humanity...?"
He had always viewed humans as fragile.
Short-lived.
Inferior to elves.
Inferior even to dwarves.
Yet the being before him radiated power comparable to Morgoth’s own pri.
"I am the master of Arda’s fate!" Morgoth roared. "I will not fall to a mortal!"
He unleashed everything.
His form expanded.
A towering giant of shadow and fla.
The chains shattered under brute force.
Darkness flooded outward, eting the holy light head-on and canceling it in a violent stalemate.
Rowan answered in kind.
His dragon form swelled to its maximum scale.
The laws of the pocket world bent.
The environnt itself turned hostile to Morgoth.
Lightning.
Tempests.
Gravity distortions.
Spatial shear.
Ti-lock fields.
ntal pressure.
Light sorcery.
All converged.
At the sa ti, Rowan slamd into Morgoth in close combat.
Claws.
Fangs.
Fists.
Raw, rciless impact.
Morgoth endured.
But the strain was mounting.
"This world of yours can’t hold forever," Morgoth growled. "Join . With your strength, we could rule Middle-earth together. Half the world will be yours. Anything you desire."
He had corrupted Maiar.
Twisted Balrogs.
Shaped Sauron.
Seduction was his oldest weapon.
Rowan laughed.
"You really think that works on ?"
His eyes burned.
"This ends now."
A surge of consciousness thundered outward.
Rowan unified his mind with every incarnation of himself across countless worlds.
An ocean of will condensed into a single point.
Morgoth’s ntal assault shattered.
Then reversed.
His thoughts seized.
His body stuttered.
For the first ti...
Morgoth froze.
The opening had been created.
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