Ezekiel, weakened by the onslaught, defended himself. The raw power of the gods momentarily overwhelmed him, his Abyssal Energy faltering under the weight of their collective strength. With each strike, his form flickered, his once formidable presence waning.
As the battle neared its conclusion, Ardyn, his body still infused with the essence of time, approached Ezekiel. His eyes bore into Ezekiel's, filled with a mixture of determination and compassion. "Today, your death shall provide peace to the spirits of all those whose lives you took!"
Ezekiel's gaze was cold and emotionless. The gods watched with bated breath, hoping that their foe would beg for forgiveness.
However, the darkness within him prevailed. With a scornful laugh, Ezekiel spat, "Are you expecting me to apologize? To you all? Redemption is for the weak. I embrace the Abyss. You think this can stop me?!"
Ardyn's expression hardened, mingling with determination.
