The news had already reached the Elders. They murmured among themselves.
"So… after some days, it will happen," one said.
"That's right… Kael will face Neraxis. I cannot predict what will happen, but Neraxis has never been defeated. He is hailed as the strongest being of all time," another added.
"But Draven Kael… he is a force of his own. A reality-defying anomaly," a third whispered.
"We have no records of Neraxis' past opponents," another muttered, fear and awe threading through their voices.
{Flashback – 1800 Years Ago}
Witch Lily knelt, her purple aura calm and flowing around her as she spoke. "Someone is here for a duel."
Neraxis brushed past her without a glance, towering over the arena. His arms were unnaturally long, body sculpted and muscular, four eyes glowing with icy malice. Mirror-like black veins traced patterns across his ash-grey skin, pulsing with vital force. Just looking at him made the ground feel smaller, the air heavier, and the blood run cold.
He approached the challenger with an unsettling calm. "Oh… it's Shires Drax. I've heard… a lot about you."
Drax met his gaze, eyes burning with defiance. "Yuh… uh."
Neraxis laughed, low and echoing, like stone cracking. "And what can a nobody born without vital force do against me—the pinnacle of all life energy?"
Drax gripped his stick . "Come on, then. Or are you afraid, King of Evil—Neraxis?"