Lucy extended her hand, and from the frigid air, a shimmering form began to take shape. Ice swirled and condensed around her palm, coalescing into a long, elegant blade. The sword materialized with a quiet, resonant hum, as though the very essence of winter had answered her call.

The weapon was breathtaking—its surface so pure and flawless that it almost appeared translucent, as if crafted from the clearest, most untouched ice in existence. Light danced across the blade's edge, refracting in a cascade of shimmering blues and whites that gave the sword an ethereal, otherworldly glow. Razor-thin, the blade seemed to hum with a power that was both ancient and divine, its frosted surface glistening with the radiance of a thousand frozen stars.

The hilt was just as magnificent, carved from what looked like crystalline ice but reinforced with an inner strength that made it unbreakable. Thin veins of ice-blue energy pulsed through it, the power within barely contained, as if the sword itself was alive, attuned to Lucy's will.

As she held it, the air around the blade grew colder, frost forming in intricate patterns along the ground beneath her. The sword seemed to magnify her newfound divinity, a perfect extension of her will—beautiful, lethal, and utterly unstoppable.

With a flick of her wrist, Lucy swirled the blade through the air, leaving a trail of mist and frost in its wake. The sound of it cutting through the stillness was like a whisper of winter, sharp and crisp. It was the weapon of a god—perfect in its deadly beauty.

"[Forbidden Magic: Skadi]."

The moment Lucy's icy sword solidified in her grasp, the atmosphere around her and Kergezkat grew tense with overwhelming power. The ground beneath them trembled as if anticipating the titanic clash that was about to ensue. Kergezkat, now driven by a mix of fear and rage, snarled, his wings of sunlight and moonlight flaring behind him with renewed intensity. The sky, already torn asunder by their previous battle, began to warp once more, as light and darkness twisted violently overhead.

Without warning, the two deities charged at each other.

Their clash was immediate and cataclysmic.

Lucy swung her sword with blinding speed, the air freezing in her wake as the blade cleaved toward Kergezkat. He blocked her strike with a pillar of pure light, but even as the two forces met, the ground beneath them buckled and shattered, sending shockwaves across the remnants of the Monster Kingdom. The sheer scale of their battle had intensified—the very earth seemed to rebel beneath their feet, cracking and crumbling as ice and light collided in a storm of raw power.

Kergezkat retaliated with a barrage of light and darkness, beams of searing sunlight and suffocating shadow raining down from the sky in a relentless assault. But Lucy was faster, her new form granting her speed and agility far beyond anything before. She dodged and weaved through the attacks, each movement leaving a trail of frost that froze the ground in an instant. Her sword lashed out, carving through Kergezkat's defenses with a force that sent him reeling.

Every strike, every collision of their power, amplified the destruction around them. Mountains crumbled as Lucy's ice expanded, freezing entire cliffs in an instant, before shattering them into crystalline dust. Kergezkat's celestial and infernal power turned vast swathes of the earth to molten glass, the heat of his light scorching the land while his darkness consumed everything it touched.

The scale of their battle doubled—no longer confined to the kingdom, their destructive force spread outward, affecting everything in their path. Rivers froze solid in mere seconds before being obliterated by the shockwaves of their strikes. Forests caught fire from Kergezkat's light, only to be instantly extinguished by the biting cold of Lucy's presence. The sky itself seemed to split further, as the day and night above raged in response to their celestial power.

The remaining forces of the war, both monster and mortal, had no choice but to flee. Armies that had once fought with fervor now scrambled to escape the cataclysm that unfolded around them. The battlefield, once filled with the sounds of clashing swords and war cries, fell eerily silent as the soldiers abandoned their posts, fleeing in every direction. Some flew, others ran, but all knew that to stay would mean certain death.

The Monster Kingdom itself, already ravaged by their earlier fight, was reduced to nothing more than an empty, crumbling wasteland. Towers of ice jutted up where cities once stood, only to be shattered by blasts of light that scorched the ground beneath them. Entire sections of land were torn apart, the ground heaving and cracking as their battle reached catastrophic proportions.

Lucy and Kergezkat, however, paid no mind to the destruction they wrought. Their focus was entirely on each other, their movements a blur of divine might and draconic fury. The icy sword in Lucy's hand was a blur of freezing blue as she swung it with terrifying precision, each strike sending a ripple of frost across the land. Kergezkat, his body contorted and monstrous, fought back with twin orbs of light and darkness, his wings slicing through the air with the force of a hurricane.

The landscape around them continued to collapse as the fight escalated. Each blow they exchanged sent shockwaves that traveled for miles, flattening forests and displacing entire rivers. Entire sections of the ground crumbled beneath their feet, the kingdom falling apart as if it could no longer withstand the sheer magnitude of their power.

With every passing second, the fight grew fiercer, more destructive. And yet, both warriors showed no signs of stopping, their wills unbroken, their powers pushing past their previous limits. The war that had brought them here seemed insignificant in the face of their godlike clash. The Monster Kingdom, once proud and thriving, was now nothing but a graveyard of ice and fire, a testament to the impossible scale of their battle.

Lucy and Kergezkat stood opposite each other, the air between them crackling with the immense energy of their battle. Both were pushed to their absolute limits—bodies trembling, breath coming in ragged gasps, yet neither willing to give an inch. Their eyes burned with feral intensity, both knowing that the next exchange could be their last.

With a deafening roar, Lucy lunged forward, her wings propelling her like a missile. Her ice sword, now glowing with a cold so pure it seemed to freeze the very light around it, swung toward Kergezkat with a force that split the air. The blade carved through the space between them, aimed at his chest.

Kergezkat raised his arm in defense, summoning a barrier of light, but even as the ice met the radiant wall, the sheer force sent shockwaves rippling outward. The ground beneath them cracked open like an egg, fissures spreading out for miles as the earth groaned under their power. Lucy's blade shattered through the barrier, slashing deep into Kergezkat's side. Black blood sprayed from the wound, sizzling as it hit the frozen ground.

Kergezkat let out a guttural scream, but it was not one of defeat—it was a sound of raw, unrelenting fury. His wings, one of pure sunlight and the other of moonlight, flared out, illuminating the battlefield with a blinding brilliance. With a savage growl, he struck back, a massive blast of combined light and darkness exploding from his body, slamming into Lucy with the force of a tidal wave.

Lucy was hurled backward, crashing through mountains of ice and earth, the impact leaving a crater in her wake. But even as the rubble settled around her, she forced herself to stand. Her chest heaved with labored breaths, her once smooth scales cracked and marred from the onslaught, yet her determination only grew fiercer. Her lips curled back in a snarl, and with a primal scream, she launched herself back into the fray.

The two beings collided once more, their blades and fists clashing with such intensity that sparks of ice and light shot out in every direction. Every strike was accompanied by a feral grunt or scream, their bodies straining under the weight of their power. Each attack they threw at one another was like a final, desperate push, their screams of exertion echoing through the ruined land.

Lucy swung her sword again, this time aiming for Kergezkat's wings, but he dodged with unnatural speed, countering with a flurry of punches. Each fist was imbued with the combined power of the sun and moon, and as they struck Lucy's body, they left searing burns and deep bruises. She roared in agony, but refused to falter. Her regeneration kicked in, but barely fast enough to keep up with the constant barrage of damage.

Between each strike, they gasped for breath—wild, desperate huffs as if their lives depended on each ragged inhale. Their eyes locked in a furious gaze, neither blinking nor breaking concentration. Every breath was a struggle, every exhale laced with pain and fury.

Kergezkat, bloodied and maddened, raised both hands to the sky, summoning a cataclysmic pillar of light and darkness that spiraled down toward Lucy. But she met the attack head-on, screaming as she swung her sword in a wide arc. A wave of freezing energy exploded from her blade, colliding with the pillar and sending a shockwave so massive it leveled what remained of the nearby mountains. The air turned to frost in an instant, the temperature dropping to unfathomable levels as the ground cracked and split beneath the force.

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