Boom!
Havoc struck first, his fist hurtling toward Aaron like a teor, cloaked in a swirling vortex of crimson-black destruction energy that rent the fabric of space itself. The void shuddered, its starlit expanse fracturing under the titan’s apocalyptic might, the air heavy with the acrid stench of scorched reality, as if the universe itself recoiled from his wrath. Aaron leaped from his throne of blood and shadow, his movents a seamless dance of preternatural agility, dodging the blow with effortless grace. The shockwave tore through the cosmos, scattering stardust and sending ripples across distant nebulae, the stars flickering as if cowed by Havoc’s power.
"You seem to think you’re stronger than ," Aaron taunted, suspended in the air, his devil wings unfurled—crimson and leathery, their veins pulsing with dark, primal energy that cast an eerie glow against the infinite blackness. His voice dripped with mockery, his crimson eyes blazing with the unyielding confidence of Abigail’s fierce legacy, her resolve to protect her family now burning in Aaron’s defiance, a beacon of godlike prowess in the cosmic dark.
"I don’t think—I know," Havoc roared, his voice a seismic tremor that shook the void, reverberating like a collapsing star. He launched upward, his colossal fra pivoting with lethal precision, channeling every ounce of montum into a second punch. The destructive energy coiled around his fist like a living tempest, its crimson-black tendrils crackling with annihilative intent, threatening to obliterate all in its path.
"You might believe you’ve got more strength or whatever," Aaron said, his tone brimming with arrogance, a smirk curling his lips as he hovered, unshaken. "But in a physical brawl, I’ve never lost." His words were a bold proclamation, his wings beating rhythmically, each flap sending ripples through the surrounding space, his aura a crimson inferno that echoed Abigail’s indomitable spirit.
[Thor. Rhaigon. Ignis. They all handed it to you,] the system interjected, its tone dry and sardonic, cutting through Aaron’s bravado. [Unless your mory’s short, which I’d believe if you keep insisting.]
"Must you ruin the mont?" Aaron shot back ntally, his smile widening, unfazed by the system’s jab as Havoc closed in, his fist a cot of destructive force.
Aaron extended his hand, catching Havoc’s punch with effortless precision, his grip unyielding, not a flicker of strain crossing his chiseled features. "As I thought," he said, his voice laced with predatory amusent, his eyes glinting like twin blood moons. "Your destructive energy’s useless when it’s purely physical." With a casual flick of his wrist, he hurled Havoc upward, the titan rocketing through Planet Buis’s atmosphere at blinding speed, a deliberate act to shift their battle to the void, sparing the planet below from their cataclysmic clash. The stars blurred as Havoc soared, a trail of crimson blood marking his ascent, glittering against the cosmic dark.
Havoc steadied himself in the starlit expanse, his massive form silhouetted against a tapestry of distant galaxies, only to find Aaron already before him, a specter of crimson and shadow. Aaron bent space, materializing behind Havoc in an instant, his hands clasped together, infused with the primal strength of a werewolf bloodline, its raw ferocity coursing through his veins like molten fire. He delivered a bone-shattering punch to Havoc’s back, the impact echoing like a supernova’s birth, sending the titan hurtling through the void, blood spraying from his mouth in a crimson arc that stained the darkness.
"Hold on tight—this’ll be a bumpy ride," Aaron mocked, his voice a taunting lilt as he warped space again, appearing behind the flying titan. His leg swung in a brutal kick to Havoc’s head, the blow resonating like a thunderclap, the void trembling as stars flickered in response, their light dimming under the weight of Aaron’s power.
Havoc gnashed his teeth, pain and fury contorting his face, his red eyes blazing with rage. "You bastard!" he roared, his voice a shockwave that rippled through the cosmos, shaking distant celestial bodies. His body expanded, growing fourfold, his fra now towering over Aaron like a mountain of obsidian flesh, his destructive energy surging with newfound intensity, a crimson-black aura that warped space like a collapsing star.
With a nacing glare, Havoc threw a punch, its speed and force amplified four tis over, the void quaking under his enhanced physicality—a talent that scaled his strength with his size. Aaron t the attack with a casual block, his mocking smile unshaken, his eyes regarding Havoc as a fleeting annoyance, a re speck before the Night Father’s dominion. The air crackled, the clash sending shockwaves that fractured nearby asteroids into glittering dust.
Gripping Havoc’s fist tightly, Aaron countered with a punch to the titan’s chest, the force sending Havoc crashing into a nearby asteroid, reducing it to a cloud of cosmic debris, its fragnts shimring like a shattered constellation. Havoc rose, his expression shifting to a grim calm as he acknowledged Aaron’s physical might. "I underestimated you," he said, his voice steady but laced with nace. "Not anymore." He expanded further, his size now so vast that Aaron seed a re speck before his eyeball, his destructive energy encasing him like a second skin, pulsing with apocalyptic intent, the void itself trembling under its weight.
"You won’t live past today," Havoc declared, his voice a booming shockwave that reverberated through the cosmos, shaking distant stars like leaves in a storm. Unleashing his full strength, he pushed beyond his one-star eternal rank, touching a pseudo-two-star rank, his power rivaling two suns and ten planets, a force capable of rending solar systems.
Aaron remained unfazed, his calm a stark contrast to Havoc’s fury, as if the titan’s transformation was a re performance. "You look dumber every ti you open your mouth," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "Two stars and twenty planets? Sorry, but you’re still beneath ." His aura erupted, a searing heat rivaling three suns, its crimson radiance banishing the void’s darkness, his power dwarfing Havoc’s with the might of a star and twenty planets, a testant to his Primordial lineage that pulsed like a cosmic heartbeat.
Havoc’s eyes widened, shock etching his features as he registered Aaron’s overwhelming strength, his mind conceding defeat. Retreat was his only option, but Aaron’s smile was a predator’s promise. "You, of all beings, should know you can’t escape," he said, isolating the space around them with his true rank, a pocket dinsion severed from the universe’s flow, its boundaries shimring like a mirage of starlight.
"Doubt you’ll wriggle out of this," Aaron taunted, his eyes glinting with satisfaction as Havoc tested the isolated space, his destructive energy flaring in vain. The titan’s punches battered the barrier, each strike a futile roar against an unyielding wall, his efforts crowned with failure, the void echoing with the futility of his rage.
"My hypothesis was correct," Aaron said, his voice smug as he lectured Havoc. "My talents and abilities are Primordial-rank at their core. Without Primordial energy, they’re not optimal, but their foundation remains unassailable. Your destructive energy overca my mana’s binding strength before, but now? My mana’s far stronger, and your power can’t touch it." His words were a calm, infuriating smirk, delivered with the certainty of one who held reality in his grasp.
"Nonsense!" Havoc scread, hamring the isolated space, his punches growing frantic—first, second, hundredth—all fruitless, the barrier unyielding as a cosmic law. Aaron watched, a scientist observing a trapped specin, his expression one of detached amusent, his crimson eyes gleaming with petty satisfaction.
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