The air trembled. The city lay in ruins from previous battles, smoke curling into the sky like black fingers. Chris and Maya moved cautiously through the streets, Void Mecha towering beside them, its armor gleaming with the energy of the God of Sword.
Maya's pink hair whipped in the wind. "Chris… whatever's coming… it feels huge. Bigger than anything we've faced."
Chris didn't answer immediately. His eyes scanned the skyline, calculating, searching for the source of the disturbance.
Then, a shadow eclipsed the sun. The ground quaked. Buildings collapsed as a colossal figure emerged from the horizon.
Mecha Padagrhma—Padomay incarnate—had arrived. Its frame was enormous, armor etched with runes that pulsed with cosmic energy. Every movement warped the air, distorting reality itself.
Chris's jaw tightened. "So this is him… the one behind all this chaos."
Maya's eyes widened. "It's… it's impossible. That thing… it's like a god in mecha form."
Void Mecha stepped forward, its swords gleaming, energy thrumming through its frame. Chris could feel the pressure emanating from Padagrhma. Every step it took cracked the earth. Every movement was a threat to the planet itself.
Chris gripped his katana. "Maya, stay behind me. Void Mecha—we move together. We take him down."
Padagrhma raised its massive arms. Energy beams lanced outward, tearing streets and buildings apart. The force alone could flatten mountains.
Void Mecha activated its full arsenal. Blades glowed, shields flared, and magician explosions rippled outward, intercepting the incoming attack. Sparks and energy collided with bone-crushing force.
Padagrhma's voice boomed, not through sound but through psychic resonance. "You dare challenge me? I am the balance of chaos and creation. I am inevitable."
Chris's eyes narrowed. "We don't care about inevitable. We care about stopping you."
The ground shook violently as Void Mecha charged, swords swinging. Chris leaned forward in the cockpit, guiding every movement. Energy collided, sparks flying like meteor showers. Padagrhma struck back, each blow distorting reality, bending the laws of physics.
Maya gripped Chris's arm, eyes wide. "Chris… can we even… stop him?"
Chris didn't answer. The clash continued, metal against metal, energy against cosmic force. Every strike from Void Mecha tore into Padagrhma's armor, but the colossal mecha barely slowed.
And as the battle raged, Chris realized: this fight was only the beginning. Padagrhma was more than a machine. It was a force of the cosmos itself—and nothing on Earth had ever faced it before.