The fight continued with the same ferocity for a very long time.
No, rather, since Damien was better equipped now, they had become even more ferocious. The original painting was no longer anything like that. Instead, it was a canvas that had been torn to shreds and rearranged in the name of art.
Damien knew that the world was falling apart. He and the Dark God could both feel the fabric of reality peeling away with their every movement. Of course, they paid it no mind. When this realm broke, they would create another, then another until there was no longer a reason to create another field.
This was their shared opinion as Supremes who were new to combat at their level.
The planes in question at the moment were just two. There were over fifteen planes of existence through which the two of them fought, but they were all illusory sub-planes that branched off of the two main planes. Half of them were used for Existence and the other half for its twin.
