The vast, unforgiving void of space enveloped them, a silent expanse dotted with distant stars that twinkled like cold, indifferent eyes overlooking the gruesome spectacle. King Oren groaned in excruciating agony, "Urgh!" the sound escaping his lips as a guttural rasp, his detached arm floating weightlessly nearby, trailing frozen droplets of blood that crystallized instantly in the freezing vacuum. The severed limb, its scales glistening with a faint, ethereal glow, caused waves of searing pain to radiate through his body, each pulse a reminder of his vulnerability in this merciless realm.

King Oren attempted to create distance between himself and Aaron, his merfolk form twisting desperately as he propelled himself backward with frantic bursts of mana-infused water from his fins, the currents swirling in chaotic eddies around him. But Aaron was not going to let him escape so easily, his expression a mask of icy resolve, the darkness of space seeming to deepen in his presence.

"Where do you think you are going?" Aaron asked coldly, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade through water, his eyes blinking once as shadowy arcs erupted from the nothingness around him. The arcs, black as the abyss and crackling with ominous energy, sliced through the void with precision, severing both of King Oren's legs in a swift, merciless motion, the cuts clean and cauterized by the shadows' dark essence.

King Oren was left suspended in space, his limbless body drifting helplessly, staring at Aaron with bloodshot eyes filled with a mix of rage and disbelief, the stars reflecting in his widened pupils like mocking pinpricks of light.

"How dare you humiliate me in this manner?!" King Oren yelled, his voice echoing faintly in the vacuum, amplified by his remaining mana, his face contorted in insult, the regal crown atop his head tilted at an awkward angle from the force of the attacks.

With a focused thought, he controlled his trident, the golden weapon still embedded in the depths of Atlantis far below. The trident responded instantly, rocketing out of the planet's atmosphere with blinding speed, its ethereal glow trailing a comet-like stream of water vapor as it cut through the void.

The trident materialized between King Oren and Aaron, rotating protectively in front of the king, its prongs humming with defensive energy that distorted the surrounding space, creating ripples like heat waves in the cold emptiness.

Controlling it mentally, King Oren willed the trident toward Aaron at its maximum velocity, the weapon spinning like a drill as it aimed to impale the intruder, its golden surface gleaming against the dark backdrop.

Aaron placed his hand in front of him, his movements unhurried and precise. With perfect timing, honed by his mastery over time itself, he grabbed the trident mid-flight, his fingers closing around the shaft with an iron grip that halted its momentum instantly, the weapon's hum faltering in surprise.

"You can have it back," Aaron taunted, his voice laced with mocking calm, as he hurled the trident back toward the limbless King Oren with overwhelming force, the throw sending it hurtling like a spear through the void.

King Oren tried to control the trident to stop in its track, his mind straining to exert his will over the weapon, but the sheer force behind Aaron's throw overwhelmed his mental command, the trident defying his orders as it continued its path unimpeded.

The trident pierced through King Oren, creating a large, gaping hole in his chest, blood erupting in a slow-motion spray that froze into scarlet crystals, his body convulsing in shock as pain radiated from the wound.

Aaron wasn't satisfied, his expression darkening with unresolved fury. He used Origin Point, reverting time until King Oren's body was totally healed, the wounds sealing as if they had never existed, the king's limbs reattaching with a soft snap, the void resetting around them in a blink.

King Oren decided to go all out, his regenerated form trembling with determination. He had remembered his previous death, Aaron ensuring the memory lingered like a scar on his soul, fueling his resolve to fight with everything he had.

"Domain of the Sea," King Oren called out, his voice booming through the vacuum as water gushed fiercely from his trident, the liquid defying the void's lack of atmosphere, expanding into a massive, swirling body that occupied a large area around him, the water shimmering with mana-infused waves that distorted space itself.

King Oren controlled the water with masterful precision, a colossal water dragon emerging from the large body, its scales formed from condensed currents, its eyes glowing with azure energy as he commanded it toward Aaron, the beast roaring silently in the vacuum, its maw gaping wide.

"Hell Flames!" Aaron said calmly, releasing dark flames of hell that erupted from his hand, the infernal fire consuming the water dragon completely, evaporating it into a cloud of mist that dispersed harmlessly into the void, the heat clashing with the cold in a burst of steam.

King Oren, refusing to be deterred, controlled the water again, creating several more water dragons from the remaining bodies, each one larger and more ferocious than the last, commanding them to attack Aaron in a coordinated assault, their forms twisting through the space like living torrents.

Aaron created a hole of shadow, a yawning portal of darkness that swallowed the attacks completely, the dragons vanishing into the abyss without a trace, the void rippling as the shadows closed with a soft sigh.

King Oren, frustration etching his features, abandoned ranged attacks for melee combat. He swung his trident at Aaron with renewed vigor, the weapon arcing through the void with deadly speed. Aaron dodged the attack with a fine sidestep, his movement fluid and effortless. But King Oren didn't sway, mounting even more pressure with a barrage of strikes—he swung, stabbed, kicked, and unleashed every maneuver in his arsenal to land a hit on Aaron, the trident's glow leaving trails of light in the darkness.

Yet all his efforts went down the drain as Aaron dodged them beautifully, his body a blur of precision, anticipating each attack with uncanny accuracy, the king's frustration mounting as the void seemed to favor his opponent.

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