The Maniac, driven by an insatiable bloodlust and consumed by his inner fury, moved with a ferocity unmatched. His every strike was filled with savage intent, each swing of his enlarged sword carrying the weight of his unleashed rage. He lunged at Helios with a primal roar, his movements betraying a complete disregard for his own safety.
But Helios, though faced with this relentless onslaught, remained composed, his focus unwavering. He deftly evaded the Maniac's wild strikes, sidestepping and ducking with uncanny agility. Waves of searing heat emanated from Helios as he unleashed powerful bursts of energy, attempting to scorch his adversary. The Maniac, however, displayed an astonishing nimbleness, narrowly avoiding the blistering waves, his body contorting in unnatural ways to escape their fiery embrace.
With a sudden twist in mid-air, the Maniac changed direction, his crimson eyes fixated on Helios. He propelled himself forward once more, hurtling through the air like a missile of destruction. His sword whistled through the air, seeking to rend Helios apart. But with a mere flick of his wrist, Helios swiftly turned his back, deflecting the Maniac's brutal attack with calculated ease. The clash reverberated through the battlefield, sending shockwaves in all directions.
The Maniac, fueled by his uncontrollable rage, roared in frustration and fury. He spun in the air, his black wings beating against the turbulent wind, and launched himself at Helios once again. Each movement was marked by an unparalleled savagery, his strikes aiming to eviscerate his opponent. But Helios met every assault with a stoic calmness, his movements minimal yet precise, as if he was effortlessly dancing through the chaos.
Bloodlust and anger surged through the battlefield as the clash of powers continued unabated. The air crackled with tension, the very essence of their conflict thick with palpable intensity. The Maniac, driven by his feral instincts, attacked with a primal brutality, while Helios, the embodiment of composed power, countered with meticulous precision.
Their clash became a spectacle of unmatched violence and skill, a deadly dance of swirling emotions and elemental forces. Each collision of weapons was a thunderous symphony, their blades clashing in a symphony of metal and sparks. The battlefield bore witness to their clash, scarred and marked by their unrelenting struggle.
Yet, amid the chaos and bloodshed, neither combatant could gain the upper hand. The Maniac's relentless assault was met with Helios's unwavering defense, a testament to the god's indomitable will. Their fight raged on, leaving trails of destruction in their wake, as they fought for dominance and the survival of their respective realms.
As the Maniac, consumed by uncontrollable anger, leapt towards Helios with a thunderous roar, the Lord of the Sun stood his ground, his expression unyielding. With a defiant voice, he declared, "Your fury is nothing but a fleeting flame, easily extinguished. It will not stop me."
In an instant, Helios raised his golden bat high into the sky, channeling his immense power. The air crackled with electricity as his energy surged, creating a dazzling display of light that enveloped the battlefield. The Maniac, blinded by his own rage, lunged headlong into the trap that Helios had carefully laid.
With a sudden release of his gathered energy, Helios formed a colossal barrier, an intricate web of divine power that stretched across the sky. The Maniac found himself ensnared, caught within the intricate threads of Helios's creation. He struggled and thrashed against the invisible bonds, his fury fueling his futile attempts to break free.
Helios watched with a serene gaze as the Maniac struggled, his crimson eyes burning with unquenchable rage. The Lord of the Sun stood at the center of his trap, his aura radiating an overwhelming sense of control and power. He knew that the tide of the battle had shifted in his favor, that victory was within his grasp.
The Maniac's cries of anger and frustration echoed through the barrier, his desperate attempts to escape only serving to tighten the web around him. The more he fought, the more entangled he became, his energy slowly draining in the process. His movements grew sluggish, his once-mighty attacks reduced to feeble attempts at resistance.
Helios, with an air of cold determination, approached the captive Maniac. He stood before his trapped adversary, his golden bat gleaming ominously. "Your reign of chaos ends here," he spoke, his voice a calm contrast to the Maniac's frenzied cries. "Your uncontrollable anger has led to your downfall."
With a final swing of his golden bat, Helios delivered a decisive blow, shattering the web-like barrier and unleashing a surge of searing light. The impact sent shockwaves through the battlefield, shaking the very foundation of their conflict. The Maniac's body crumpled to the ground, defeated and spent.
Silence descended upon the battlefield as Helios surveyed the scene, his victory absolute. The once-ferocious Maniac lay motionless, his rage extinguished.
As the echoes of the battle subsided, a profound stillness settled over the battlefield. The defeated Maniac lay motionless, his breaths shallow and labored. Slowly, the darkness that had consumed him began to recede, its grip loosening. And within the fading shadows emerged the familiar form of Hyas, his features now tinged with weariness and sorrow.