Yet, to the surprise of all witnesses, including the now-enraged Great Elder, Prometheus vanished with an ethereal swiftness. The energy shockwave from the missed strike collided with the fabric of reality, triggering a cataclysmic explosion that reverberated through the whole residence.
As the dust settled, the chamber bore the scars of the previous attack. The Great Elder, momentarily taken aback, scanned the emptiness left in Prometheus's wake. The very air crackled with tension as if the universe itself held its breath, awaiting the next act in this drama.
Prometheus, having eluded the attack, reappeared at a safe distance, eyes ablaze with determination. It was as if he could see a giant Silver Pupil watching over everything with a hint of delight.
The clash erupted in a cataclysmic burst as the underground chamber succumbed to a violent explosion. In the aftermath, Thomas emerged into the open sky, entwined in a cosmic dance with the towering Great Elder. Each exchange of blows echoed through the gray sky.
As the battle unfolded, the once-spectating demons surged forward, eager to lend their prowess to the fray. Demon lords, kings, and emperors converged, only to find a huge crater in the ground and two figures fighting in the sky.
The Great Elder swung his fist full of golden sin force, aiming to crush Thomas beneath the weight of his authority. Yet, Thomas, an embodiment of shadow and agility, evaded the strikes with an uncanny grace.
Sensing the imminent danger, the first emperor materialized beside the Great Elder, their combined might aiming to overwhelm Thomas. Undeterred, Thomas melded into the shadows with his Titan God's Shadow ability, leaving the emperors to strike at elusive darkness.
In a seamless transition, Thomas emerged anew, a spectral wraith navigating the baleful energy tempest. His Warlord ability heightened his combat finesse, transforming every evasive move into a choreography of retribution. The clash escalated, the very air vibrating with the resonance of unearthly forces.
Simultaneously, the second emperor harnessed elemental fury, conjuring storms of fire and lightning in a bid to engulf Thomas. His body absorbed the onslaught before regenerating just as fast as it was damaged.
As the emperors pressed their coordinated assault, Thomas's eyes flickered with white flames. A radiant aura enveloped him as he unleashed his Overclock ability, bringing his computational speed to new levels. In a whirlwind of movement, he maneuvered through the battlefield, countering strikes with supernatural finesse.
Amidst the all the chaos, the third emperor, a master of illusion and deception, unleashed waves of distortions to confound Thomas. Illusory clones and shifting realities sought to bewilder and distract. Yet, Thomas, with the synchronization of mind and sin force, discerned the illusions and swiftly countered, dismantling the illusions with each precise strike.
The courtyard, now a convergence of primal elements and ethereal shadows, witnessed a climactic clash. The demon lords and kings, initially eager to join the confrontation, hesitated as they beheld the unfolding spectacle
With an elemental spear in hand, the fourth emperor lunged, channeling the power of thunder and storm. Bolts of lightning crackled across the heavens, seeking to ensnare Thomas. However, the harbinger of shadows, ever adaptive, transformed into a fleeting silhouette, dancing between the lightning strikes with godlike agility.
In the midst of the elemental storm, Thomas brandished the Luminous Ark, a radiant blade that cut through the tempest. Flames cascaded from the blade, turning the very air into an ethereal inferno. The fourth emperor, momentarily staggered by the massive onslaught, realized the gravity of the confrontation.
The remaining emperors, undeterred by the challenges, orchestrated a synchronized assault. Spatial distortions, ethereal blades, and gravitational anomalies manifested in tandem. Yet, Thomas, with his unique sin force, responded with an equal array of abilities that made him not any weaker than the combined emperors.
In a burst of speed and precision, Thomas wield his artifact in his hands. The Luminous Ark gleamed with newfound brilliance, and the Necrospear pulsated with dark energy. With each strike, he hewed through spatial distortions and deflected ethereal blades, his movements an orchestrated symphony of destruction.
For a moment, Thomas feels his head hot and fails to calculate the course of his attacks and misses. His mistake came as a great opportunity for a silver-haired maiden in the dark.
The sixth emperor, concealed in the shadows, revealed herself at that moment. Swift as a phantom, she unleashed a concealed attack, catching Thomas off guard. The strike penetrated the defenses, and a surge of pain rippled through Thomas's form.
Thomas would have been in a huge problem if he didn't have the Shroud of Immortality but upon its activation, his healing abilities peaked and every mark on his skin healed at astonishingly fast speed.
For a moment, Thomas lost his momentum and momentarily subdued, absorbed the unexpected blow. The emperors seized the opportunity, converging upon him with renewed vigor. Cosmic energies intertwined with shadowy auras as they launched a coordinated assault, seeking to exploit the vulnerability wrought by the concealed attack.
Despite the onslaught, Thomas, with unyielding resolve, endured the tempest of attacks. Even the pain felt like nothing now and only served for him to put even more effort.
His eyes emanated a resilient glow, resisting the enemy's onslaught.
In a moment of transcendence, Thomas delved into the core of his being, seeking the dormant power that resided within. The flames that enveloped him intensified as he initiated the merging of his two hearts. The energies converged, and the very fabric of reality seemed to ripple with the impending surge of power.
As the hearts merged, a glow emanated from Thomas's chest, forming a sigil that pulsed with radiant energy. The emperors, witnessing this arcane metamorphosis, felt a twinge of unease. The heavens themselves seemed to acknowledge the transformation as dark clouds gathered, casting an otherworldly glow upon the battleground.
As the hearts merged, a glow emanated from Thomas's chest, forming a sigil that pulsed with radiant energy.
The core of his physique, where Thomas's merged hearts pulsed as a singular entity, radiated a soft, otherworldly glow akin to the corona surrounding the obscured sun during an eclipse.
The emperors, witnessing this arcane metamorphosis, felt a twinge of unease. The heavens themselves seemed to acknowledge the transformation as dark clouds gathered, casting an otherworldly glow upon
The sky turned dark in an instant, and all energies in the air dissipated following each of the seven emperors falling from the sky.
The shadows, deep and profound, veiled the body in an enigmatic cloak, reminiscent of the moon's shroud during its celestial embrace of the sun. As Thomas moved, he left orange trails of light imbued by trace of darkness.
With the completion of the merge, Thomas, now imbued with the power of his redefined physique, assumed a new form. He thought for a long time before deciding to name it the "Eternal Eclipse Body," a manifestation of Divinity and primordial sin intertwined.