BOOOOM!
The two of them instantly resud combat. There was a clear disparity here as there was in every stage of this fight thus far, but it was no longer nearly as one-sided.
Existence and Nonexistence couldn't exist in the sa space with either of their power. Though they could be used concurrently, they had to remain separate.
This ti, neither Damien nor the Dark God moved, but it definitely seed like they were moving when one noticed how fast the atmosphere was blurring and changing.
Their minds split in two. They fought in a world that had split into two different planes of existence. At a glance, it looked like this was just a combination of their previous two bouts in one, but it was very different.
Damien and the Dark God were controlling Existence and Nonexistence together, It looked like they were two separate battles only on the surface. In reality, it was one massive battlefield.
The difficulty here was to accurately judge what moves needed to be made on both battlefields concurrently. The realm wouldn't be able to handle this kind of stress, so before the battlefields rged and reality itself shattered, they had to determine a winner.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The storm was back, but it was no longer the sa. Along with the chaotic laws of Existence that it originally held stood a power of nothingness that manifested as lightning.
It struck at Damien with the sa intensity as the lightning he faced in the Land of Nothingness. Naturally, he put up a defense with Nonexistence imdiately and planned a counter.
Still, while that was happening, Damien was also being assailed by Existence. The law of fire itself beca physical and attacked. The laws of darkness, death, and destruction did the sa, molding themselves into a perfect form that was technically not allowed to exist.
This kind of rger that didn't co from duality was impossible to find in nature. This attack was an example of Nonexistence being used to support Existence, a technique far too advanced for Damien.
"Khh…"
He gritted his teeth and did his best.
'Luckily, Existence is enough to block it.'
He wasn't going to arrogantly claim that he would be able to match the Dark God imdiately, but that wasn't his intention. He knew that he would be able to properly defend himself from the onslaught no matter how bad it was, so the goal was to learn from the enemy and use his own expertise to defeat him.
In that vein as well, they differed. Damien did not like the Dark God or anything about them. However, he was able to respect his opponent's strengths.
He did not let his ego get in the way, so sothing like this was possible.
Damien knew everything he needed to reach the level of efficiency he desired. All he needed was the knowledge of eons of training that the Dark God's attacks contained. With it in his arsenal, what did he have to fear?
When he found himself in the Void, Damien saw Existence as a ten-dinsional painting of sorts. The current environnt could be considered sothing similar.
As the worlds got closer to each other, the painting beca even more abstract and muddled.
Reality continued to split and fragnt under the Dark God's might, and in each small piece of the mirror, he existed, putting pressure on Damien.
Damien could only follow his lead. He had to split his mind and exist in all of those dinsions if he didn't want to die. He had to defend, taking attacks from all angles, even nonexistent ones. Still, with each and every ti he was struck, he learned.
He learned how to wield the two concepts together more fluidly. He learned how to use one to support the other and create even greater attacks.
Every second that passed was another second where Damien showed improvent.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Universes collided. The Nonexistence that swallowed life after death manifested itself in two forms and started a battle. The world itself twisted to such a degree that it was impossible to explain.
If one did not have the powers of a Supre, this incomprehensible picture was enough to destroy one's mind.
At every second, life was born and life was taken. In every instance, new laws were made to create the structures of new potential cosmos as the circumstances at the beginning of Existence were replicated, but in each second, they were once again destroyed.
Colors lost aning, yet every movent from the two fighters gave them more aning. All senses beca irrelevant, yet were heightened to the greatest of their potential.
Damien was enamored by this form of battle. He almost couldn't believe his own eyes.
Like the Dark God, he had never seen sothing like this before. This was his first ti having a fight against another Supre.
Everything the Dark God could do was sothing he could do. Only now did Damien finally accept just how powerful he was as a Supre.
'I see. So it's like this.'
He was like a sponge soaking up the entirety of the Dark God's waterfall of power. Damien's eyes hadn't been ntioned in so ti, but he never forgot about them.
The All-Seeing Eyes were always a power that helped him. When they beca a natural part of his body, it beca useless to speak about them because they were constantly working.
They constituted his eyesight at all tis. This advantage was useful in every aspect of life and was one of the hidden contributors to his success in the Land of Nothingness.
The All-Seeing Eyes took his comprehensive abilities to new heights. With their power, even in this mont, Damien was able to see "everything."
He could delve into the very core of the Dark God's techniques as he faced them and dismantled them. He could see the eons of effort that went into creating them, and he could dissect the very process through which they were comprehended.
When he reversed those comprehensions using the sa tactics, his improvent was guaranteed.
Slowly but surely, the field evened. Damien started to attack more as he gained confidence, and soon enough, the Dark God lost his absolute monopoly.
He and Damien were evenly matched within three hours of this clash. Before that ti ca, the Dark God was not able to penetrate his defense.
Damien was finally able to muddle the painting on his own.
He ford his own image, an abstract work of countless colors that offset the Dark God's black and grey world.
His techniques were so different, built on a different wealth of experience and worldview. However, it was just as powerful. The art he made by wielding the most supre concepts of all was truly beautiful.
They were artists competing in a world that only they could see.
And as that world ca closer, as their two worlds started to rge into one, reality truly started to break.
The cracks that spread through the fabric were proof enough. If they weren't them was the rumbling atmosphere and catastrophic destruction enough?
The world rebelled because it knew that it would not be able to stay whole for much longer. Storms raged and seas of energy ford, crashing about as stability disappeared.
How much ti did it have left? It still remained to be seen, but nobody and nothing could deny that the rging of two worlds was not going to bring about pleasant outcos.
And one did not need to wait long to see what they were.
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