Towards the time dawn kissed the horizon, at the Enerath Clan territory. BAAM! BAAM! BAAM! The earth trembled like a wounded beast, shaking violently, tossing everything upon it as though the ground itself had lost its patience. Even the winds rippled, disturbed by the quakes that gnawed at the silence.

A colossal sphere of light, like a fallen star masquerading as a meteor, descended with merciless fury. It tore through a mountain, crumbling the stone giant to dust, piercing the thick ground and hollowing it with scars meters deep. The impact echoed, crushing another hill until silence clawed its way back, a fleeting conqueror against the storm of destruction. Shattered rock collapsed in cascades, while clouds of dust billowed outward like waves fleeing a sinking ship.

But silence, fragile and desperate, could not last. It shattered again as the white figure within the destruction erupted forward, BOOM! VOOOM! dashing across the terrain. Nyxander emerged, lightning crackling around him like chains of living stars, his body streaking like a meteor that refused to fade.

"His ability to debuff right now is insane," Nyxander muttered, his voice carrying the weight of frustration, "stripping the body of its strength, reducing it to weakness, rendering every move useless. I can't even see a doorway to a solution…" His breath grew ragged, his sharp composure frayed for the first time.

Then, like a phantom birthed from the void, the beast's monarch materialized at his left flank, its presence sudden and suffocating. Nyxander's eyes darted toward it.

"I told you," the Primordial Monarch's voice rumbled like thunder in a cavern, "no chance will be given, save one. To grant you the mercy of a swift death."

"Daydreaming." Nyxander's retort was sharp, instantaneous, a blade of defiance. The beast struck with its left fist, the blow a storm compressed into flesh. Nyxander raised his arm, crossing it before his face. "Aetherial Shroud Manipulation: Void Crystallization."

The void solidified, a glassy armor of nothingness, interwoven with cosmic cracks. The beast's punch crashed against it, shattering the crystallized void into dissolving fragments, then thundered into Nyxander's arms.

BOOM! The impact detonated like a mountain cracking apart. FUUUUU! His body was flung through the air like a cannonball tearing the sky.

RAAAGGGHHHH! The ground wailed as he slammed into it, rending it like an earthquake splitting the earth's spine. Sand, stone, and shattered earth erupted in a chaotic fountain as his body carved a violent trench.

BAAM! He smashed into the base of a mountain, the collision hollowing it out, birthing a cavern as if nature itself bowed to the force of his fall.

Nyxander's body slumped, collapsing at the base of the mountain, half of his colossal frame swallowed by the crater left from the violent impact, while his lower body lay buried beneath the cascade of fallen boulders from the shattered cliffside. The air trembled with the sound of approaching footsteps, each one echoing through the swirling wind and choking dust. A pair of glowing eyes pierced the haze, cruel lanterns of dominance, heralding the arrival of the Primordial Beast's monarch. Its silhouette emerged like a nightmare clothed in smoke, hands folded neatly behind its back, as though this battlefield were nothing more than a leisurely stroll.

"Humm. Unconscious already," it muttered, a sinister smirk curling across its lips. Its hands loosened from behind, slipping forward with lazy menace as it advanced toward the broken figure. The beast's upper body inclined, right arm stretching outward, reaching as though to claim its prize.

Then, BOOM! Like a car jolted forward by a panicked learner slamming the accelerator, Nyxander vanished, the crater beneath him shattering from the force of his sudden departure. In the blink of an eye, he reappeared behind the monarch, dust whipping violently in his wake.

The Primordial Beast's monarch froze, its guard broken, eyes widening in sharp alarm. Nyxander's footing wavered—his body hadn't fully braced for the reckless takeoff. His upper half dipped low, his left arm bracing against the ground while his right leg swung upward in a vicious arc. The kick connected with the beast's neck, snapping its head to the side.

But the monarch's body was ironbound, its monstrous resistance swallowing the impact as though the strike were nothing but a gust of air. The force rebounded cruelly, repelling Nyxander's leg, forcing his left arm to buckle. His upper body jolted upright against his will, dragged by the recoil.

In that fleeting heartbeat, his gaze locked with the monarch's sideward stare, a look colder than stone, heavier than dread. His lips parted, breath escaping with the unspoken admission: he was already too late.

BAAM!

The beast's monarch swung the back of its massive left fist, colliding brutally with Nyxander's cheek. His body became a projectile, ripping through the thick curtain of dust like a cannonball. He struck the earth with crushing force, his body carving a jagged hole, the ground splitting open in a network of cracks, the earth itself groaning beneath the blow.

Nyxander rubbed his gigantic right hand across his dust-streaked, colossal face, dragging grit from his skin as if erasing the scars of battle. "Had… hum, hummm," he gasped, chest rising and falling like a war drum, still seated with his left leg stretched on the ground while his right knee bent upward, his arm resting heavy upon it like a weary pillar. The instant the presence of the Primordial Beast's monarch pressed upon him, the air grew dense, tasting of dread.

"Well, don't tell me you are giving up already," came the monarch's voice, mockery laced with venom, a predator's taunt echoing in the charged silence.

Nyxander lifted his head, eyes narrowing at the towering figure floating just above the ground, its shadow crawling toward him like a hungry tide. "Such words dripping from the mouth of one who devoured its own kin simply to stand before me? I feel shame on your behalf," he replied, voice sharp as a blade cloaked in scorn.

"As always, your words sting," the beast sneered. "Is this how you speak with your people? Surely, they've forgotten to teach their own leader the art of manners."

Instead of flaring with rage, Nyxander broke into laughter, raw, booming, and unrestrained. "Ha! Hac! Haaaa! Ha… ha ha. Hum." He clutched his side as though the absurdity itself had wounded him. "You? Talking about manners?" His tone turned into venom wrapped in velvet. "Your mind is a wasteland, your dignity long devoured. That's your proudest manner."

Pushing his weight off his knee, Nyxander rose, towering, unbending. His gaze burned like fire set upon stone. "But what else can I expect? You are beasts. How could you ever grasp the meaning of manners, when your kind has done nothing but violate and consume each other's essence? Oh..." he covered his mouth with his fingers, feigning apology, "I should say, cannibalize each other's energy just to flaunt strength."

The beast monarch's form quivered, caught between rage and ridicule, its aura spitting sparks like storm-torn skies. "Humm," it growled, striding forward. Nyxander matched it, each step a clash of storms, the space between them shrinking until tension alone seemed ready to ignite.

And then, impact. A colossal fist tore through the air, colliding with the beast monarch's left cheek. The blow thundered like a mountain crumbling, hurling the beast's form sideways, staggering under its own weight.

"Titanic Void Fist: Triple Impact!" A familiar voice roared, splitting the charged silence.

Nyxander froze mid-stride, his heart slamming in disbelief, his eyes widening as if the heavens themselves had cracked open. He turned to the figure, recognition exploding like a flame.

"Vacuros!" he shouted, almost foolishly, almost joyously, like a child who had stumbled into sunlight after endless night. "I missed you!"

"Shut up!" Vacuros barked, his voice raw with reprimand. "You owe me an answer, why you vanished without a word, without even a shadow of farewell!" His glare softened only slightly as his eyes cut to Nyxander's side. "But first…" he clenched his fist, the void humming around him, "we finish this."

Nyxander's lips curled into a smile, unshaken, unbroken, the tension between them melting into camaraderie. "Sure," he breathed, stepping forward, striding into the storm shoulder to shoulder with his brother-in-arms.

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