Chapter 54: Unveiled
Ethan stood there, his fingertips touching the trickle of blood that stained his lips. A mix of disbelief and gratitude washed over him, and a smile spread across his face. "Thank you, Xerathos. I may not know who you are or what you've done before, but in this moment, I am truly grateful."
With a newfound resolve, Ethan clenched his fist, triggering a transformation that merged his Damon form with the raw power of antimatter. The very voids of nonexistence trembled as they were consumed by his growing presence. Ethan's form expanded, towering over the cosmic battleground, his eyes blazing red with untamed energy.
Xerathos, preparing to unleash a devastating attack, transformed his armored hand into a cannon. His voice dripped with scorn as he declared, "This is it, monster. Prepare to meet your demise!" The cannon discharged a beam without color, a manifestation of energy so immense that its very existence defied comprehension.
But before the beam could even begin its trajectory, Ethan moved with unparalleled speed, his movements blurring into a crimson streak. His fist collided with Xerathos's face, triggering an explosion that rippled through the fabric of existence. Universes, not just dozens but thousands, were obliterated in an instant. Realities and possibilities crumbled under the weight of that single punch, defying any logical explanation.
Xerathos, now consumed by rage and bleeding within his armor, tapped into the full extent of his arsenal. Every martial art from across the multiverse, every weapon known and unknown, converged in his relentless assault. The very foundations of reality trembled as their clash reverberated through the cosmos. Ethan, reveling in the exhilaration of the battle, deflected each attack with his own, employing an array of martial arts from countless timelines.
In this cataclysmic clash, time itself became muddled. Old and young, past and future intertwined as the battle unfolded. The passage of time became an enigma, lost in the frenzy of their struggle. Ethan found joy in the chaos, savoring every moment, while Xerathos, consumed by a singular purpose, sought only Ethan's demise to progress with his day.
As their blows continued to resonate, the collateral damage extended far beyond comprehension. From thousands to millions of universes, the very fabric of existence quivered under the strain of their cataclysmic clash. Ethan summoned his remaining strength, channeling every ounce of power into one final punch, a culmination of his exponential growth.
But in the midst of the punch's trajectory, a sudden teleportation occurred. The colossal combatants found themselves in the presence of a towering, enigmatic figure—an entity that seemed to possess the very essence of the omniverse. A voice, resonating with an omnipotent quality, boomed in their minds, commanding their attention. "Let us bring an end to this senseless conflict."
The chapter reached its zenith, leaving the reader breathless with anticipation. What revelations awaited Ethan and Xerathos in the presence of this unfathomable entity? Would they heed its call and put an end to their relentless battle, or would they persist in their quest for supremacy? The answers loomed just beyond the horizon, teasing the readers with the promise of a climactic resolution.