Antrax and Voyager were "standing" still in the vacuum of space, silently looking at each other, waiting for the perfect moment. The intense tension between both was causing the surrounding atoms and quarks to disassemble and break down.
Before they sparked into another collision, the Voyager started to speak.
"You, who name yourself Antrax, are causing inconsiderate manslaughter against the innocent. What drives you to conduct this madness? What's your goal?"
Antrax, hearing this, reminded himself of what he has previously done at home that made his mother cast him out, and this made him angry again.
"Silence! What I do is none of your business. Stop speaking and use your sword instead."
Then both of them entered their own stance and started clashing yet again. And again. And again.
It has been a while, but Antrax could still not believe it no matter how many times he saw it. Antrax's sword would cut and split away everything that existed, yet, there was someone parrying his attacks like nobody's business. How could this be?
The Voyager, despite not being ectocausal himself, used his sword as an ectocausal weapon. His species has fought the Hex before, and they were able to gather materials from them after destroying some of their spaceships. They theorized that, for one to fight an ectocausal being like the Hex, one must first operate on the same logic as them. To do otherwise would be fatal. However, just this wouldn't be enough, although close. So they modified some of the hex technology with their own.
And so, the Voyager's own technology combined with the Hex's ectocausality proved efficient against the machinations of this species as well. Against the ethernals.
Antrax was starting to become angrier, and so his hits became heavier and swifter. Furthermore, he was starting to finally gain the upper hand, for it is impossible to outdo war itself with war.
"Return to where you came from."
Antrax said this, while immediately overpowering the Voyager's sword in a quick and powerful horizontal slash...no, he slashed at fifty-seven spots, all the same time, with one movement. The Voyager could neither anticipate nor block this attack that defied comprehension.
And so, his body was slashed away in numerous spots by Antrax's sword. Curiously, the Voyager did not vanish it. Quite the opposite, he was still there, wounded, but suddenly started to regenerate. Furthermore, his power and speed increased a hundredfold. It was the Voyager's trump card.
"I'm afraid I won't be taken out yet."
His armor, which contained technology that enabled protection against the violation of existence, allowed him to survive Dawnfall's effects, and his own special ability would activate and increase his power whenever he either died or got severely wounded. If it was the former case, he would simply return to life as well. Very problematic.
Antrax, seeing this, became even angrier than before. And therefore also stronger.
The Voyager, who was now stronger and faster than Antrax, could easily exchange blows with him and even outspeed him several times, slashing away his body whenever he could. However, he quickly noticed something. Within moments, Antrax stopped being slower and weaker. He had risen to the level of the Voyager.
He was war, and he could not be taken out by war, conflicts, or fights. Therefore, his existence would change in accordance with that law. And so it did.
The exchange of blows kept happening for hours...until it came to an end.
The Voyager, sick of this neverending duel, decided to resort to something else. He took out some sort of grenade from his pocket and threw it to the ground. The grenade exploded, releasing a white-colored gas that could span across an entire sector in seconds. This gas would completely stop all molecules and atoms into a zero-energy state, an absolute halt of movement for all kinds of matter. This quickly hit and encompassed Antrax, with the Voyager now having a chance to eliminate him without having to worry about his evolution...or so he thought.
When the Voyager was about to severe Antrax's head, the latter dodged it with the minimal movement possible and slashed the voyager at one million spots simultaneously and all at the same time. But he would simply regenerate it back. Antrax knew this. So he cut him again before the reintegration was fully completed. And again. And again. At this point, the white-cloaked entity has been reduced to something less than quantic particles. His technology could not deal with this realm of the microcosm yet. And so, he was permanently put down.
The gas, which was supposed to stop Antrax, indeed stopped him. He was thoroughly affected. But he knew this was gonna happen, and did not do anything to avoid it. With his body being put to a halt to the extreme, his nature as war would have to defy that hindrance as well, and this resulted in an incomprehensible growth that defied physics and logic, allowing him to start moving after being halted at the equivalent of absolute zero states.
The Voyager, who was incapable of reforming himself, could however still think in such a state, and as such, he activated his magnum opus.
Candelaria.
An immense white sphere surrounds the place where the battlefield was taking place. Faster than Antrax could even perceive. This sphere, which was the size of a galaxy, immediately broke down all its inside contents across multiple layers of existence. Antrax's body was torn apart across dimensions, a dimensional split powered by ectocausal effects. The god of war could not recoalesce himself, for no harm had actually been done to his body. It was simply spatially cut and moved out. The same happened to his consciousness. The Voyager had incapacitated him at the cost of his own life. Antrax could not overcome this obstacle through his own nature either, for the conflict was already over, his enemy was dead. The white-cloaked being had thought well.
This conflict would later become the cause of a greater-scale species war that would soon reach the ears of the crowned one.