As Neraxis staggered forward, barely keeping himself upright, he muttered, "Now… now I can shed these limits… get rid of this weak body"
A crimson flash erupted from his form—ZZNGH!—binding him in blinding red light. The sky trembled; clouds shattered into fragments, and the air itself seemed to ripple from his power.
Neraxis laughed like a maniac, a sound that reverberated across the ruins. The golden age of vital force… has returned. The era of devils… has returned.
His transformation completed. Two elongated limbs stretched unnaturally from his back, black mirror-like veins pulsating across his ashen-grey body. Four eyes glowed menacingly on his face. His vital force radiated with a crushing presence that bent the air and made the ground quake.
From above, a new figure descended—the god of flash himself, Novaerion. Wind howled around him as he stepped lightly onto the ground, his eyes locked on Neraxis.
Neraxis' gaze pierced the newcomer. "Will you fight me now?" His voice was deep, sharp, and filled with lethal intent.
"Yeah," Novaerion replied calmly, his stance steady, "It's my turn now."
The air between them thickened with tension. Rubble trembled, dust swirled violently, and distant screams of awe and fear echoed across the city. The stage was set: the devil of 2000 years versus the god of flash.
The battlefield fell silent, as if the world itself was holding its breath.