The city still smoldered from the battle with Mecha Atzmus. Streets were broken, buildings twisted, but the H NTR corruption had mostly vanished. Chris walked through the ruins, katana sheathed, scanning for lingering threats.
Suddenly the sky tore open. A shockwave of reality-bending energy rolled across the city. From the rift descended Mecha Padagrhma, the embodiment of Padomay. Its massive frame radiated power that warped the air and bent the very fabric of space. The ground trembled under each step.
Chris' eyes narrowed. The energy pulsing from Mecha Padagrhma was beyond anything he had faced. Universe-scale, Primordial-level, and raw destruction in every motion.
He muttered with a smirk
"Oh great Another Primordial-level toy Guess I don't get a break"
Mecha Padagrhma slammed its enormous arms into the city. Buildings crumbled, streets fractured, reality itself bending. Chris activated Mecha Dead End. The massive machine erupted onto the battlefield responding instantly to his meta-conscious commands.
Chris climbed into the cockpit, gripping the controls. Mecha Dead End's systems hummed with Stogainaf-infused power.
The battle erupted. Mecha Padagrhma struck with unimaginable force, radiating raw H NTR corruption energy. Chris dodged with impossible speed, weaving Mecha Dead End between collapsing towers and warped streets.
Every strike from Mecha Dead End tore at Padomay's narrative threads and physical armor. Sparks and fragments of corrupted reality flew in all directions. Chris taunted mid-combat
"Okay Primordial-level toy Time to see how plot deletion works at your scale"
Padomay retaliated with reality-warping energy waves. Chris countered, striking weak points with meta-level precision. Each blow destabilized parts of Padomay, but the Primordial-level mecha barely faltered. Its power was immense, barely scratched.
Chris' eyes glowed with Stogainaf power. He realized Arkham Asylum / Stogainaf / Godhead was gone. There was no guidance from higher-tier forces. This fight was entirely on him.
He pressed forward relentlessly, weaving through impossible attacks and striking Padomay's core repeatedly. Reality around them warped. The city shook under the clash of cosmic-level forces.
Padomay staggered slightly, but energy pulsed unevenly. It was weakened, damaged, but far from defeated. Chris in Mecha Dead End hovered, scanning, planning his next move. The fight was far from over.
Cosmic observers, Elder Gods, and other Primordials watched silently. Chris' power had reached a scale they rarely saw. He alone now stood between the city and a Primordial-level force that could reshape the world.
Chris muttered, calm but defiant
"Not bad for a day's work. But this Primordial-level toy isn't going down that easily"
The city lay in ruins. Mecha Dead End was battered but operational. Mecha Padagrhma loomed massive and undefeated, a silent reminder that the universe-scale conflict was only beginning.