The battlefield was chaos incarnate. Smoke and debris twisted through the air, shattered streets echoing with the roars of colliding titans.
Chris gritted his teeth as he watched in horror. Mecha Dead End—Azathoth incarnate—struck with terrifying force. Jade Emperor's divine light flared briefly, but it was not enough.
"No… Jade Emperor!" Maya screamed.
Chris's fists tightened. "He… he's gone."
Void Mecha surged forward, swords blazing with the God of Sword's energy. "This ends now," Chris muttered. He slashed, cutting deep into Mecha Dead End. Sparks flew, metal twisted, energy exploded.
But Dead End retaliated. Its corrupted power smashed Void Mecha's right arm, sending a shockwave that nearly threw Chris from the cockpit. The God of Sword flickered, its power waning.
Chris growled. "No… it can't end like this."
Above, Buddha hovered, calm but furious. He clenched his fists, channeling the God of Destruction. "Enough!"
With a single, overwhelming motion, a sphere of divine annihilation erupted from Buddha. Mecha Dead End screeched as the attack tore through corrupted armor, systems overloaded, energy collapsing.
Void Mecha surged, striking at the core. Katana Zero and God of Sword, together, pierced through the heart of the Dreamer—the last vestige of Azathoth's corrupted mind. Energy exploded in blinding light.
Chris watched as Mecha Dead End—the embodiment of Azathoth—collapsed into nothingness, its power erased. The battlefield fell silent.
Maya knelt at Jade Emperor's grave, petals drifting in the soft afternoon light. Tears streaked her face. Chris stood beside her, hand resting gently on hers.
"I… I'm sorry," Maya whispered.
Chris shook his head, voice low but steady. "No. He fought for everyone. And now… we'll carry on."
The sun dipped lower, painting the city in warm gold. Chris and Maya walked to the bridge nearby, quiet, the weight of loss heavy but the air calm.
Maya looked up at Chris, eyes glistening. "After all this… can there even be… peace?"
Chris smiled faintly, a rare softness breaking through his usual stoicism. "We fight, we survive… and maybe we can find a moment like this."
And on that bridge, with the world still scarred but quiet for a fleeting moment, they kissed. Pink hair brushed against his chest, hands intertwined, hearts beating together amidst the echoes of war and the memory of fallen gods.
The Void Mecha stood silently at the Deus Machina factory, systems cooling, energy stabilizing. Buddha watched from above, arms crossed, the God of Destruction's glow fading, calm and vigilant.
For Chris and Maya, the battle was over. But the universe remained vast, full of chaos and possibilities. And for a single moment, amidst the ruins, love, loss, and hope coexisted.