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The Fortress of Solitude stood as it always had, a majestic and tranquil refuge amid the icy wilderness of the Arctic. It was a place where Superman could reflect, where he sought solace away from the world's troubles. Today, however, peace eluded him. His brow furrowed, his arms crossed, as he stood staring out over the frozen expanse, thoughts weighing heavily on his mind.
Raiden had done the impossible. He had united the world, conquered it without spilling the blood of innocents, without causing unnecessary suffering. What gnawed at Superman was not jealousy or resentment—it was fear. Raiden had accomplished exactly what he set out to do, a feat that even Superman, with all his power, had never achieved. But the questions that plagued him now weren't about Raiden's success, but what it meant for the future.
Could this man, who had bent the world to his will, really be trusted with such immense power? Raiden had proven Superman and his doubters wrong, but what if the day came when Raiden abused that power? What if, behind his speeches of unity and justice, lay the seeds of tyranny? Superman had seen good people corrupted before—heroes who had strayed from their path, and the devastation that followed.
As he paced back and forth in his fortress, he tried to reason with himself. Raiden has saved lives, reached those I couldn't, ended suffering in places I didn't even know existed. But... should I trust him? Should I bow to him like the rest of the world?
A shadow of doubt darkened Superman's eyes. If I act against him now, will I just be sowing more division, more chaos? Am I becoming the very thing I always feared—someone standing in the way of peace because I cannot accept that someone else has achieved what I could not?
He clenched his fists, conflicted. The weight of responsibility was heavy on his shoulders, heavier now than ever before. His whole life had been about doing the right thing, upholding justice. But today, for the first time in a long time, he wasn't sure what the right thing was.
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the Fortress shifted, a subtle change that made the hair on the back of his neck stand. Superman turned, and there, standing in the entrance of his most private sanctuary, was Raiden. No longer just the man from a distant land, but now the King of the World.
Raiden's presence was as commanding as ever, his eyes calm yet piercing. He wasn't wearing the ceremonial armor he had donned for public appearances, nor the mantle of a ruler. Instead, he stood there simply—yet his authority was undeniable. The tension in the room was palpable as the two titans locked eyes.
"Superman," Raiden greeted, his voice steady but holding an unspoken understanding of the tension that lay between them.
Superman said nothing at first, his thoughts racing as he stared at the man before him. He could feel Raiden's power, his confidence, and it unsettled him more than he cared to admit.
Raiden broke the silence, stepping forward but maintaining a respectful distance. "You don't trust me, do you?"
Superman's jaw tightened, but he finally spoke. "It's not about trust, Raiden. It's about power... and what it can do to someone. You've conquered the entire world without a single innocent life lost. But what happens when the weight of that power becomes too much? What happens if.....
"No....We are not doing this talk it out bullshit, You will Kneel, whether you like it or not"
Superman barely had time to process what was happening before Raiden's fist connected with his face. The force of the blow was immense, sending him hurtling through the icy landscape of the Arctic, shattering layers of ice and rock beneath him. Superman's body skidded across the frozen ground for kilometers, finally coming to a stop. The pain shot through his body, but he quickly pushed himself up, shaking off the shock of the attack.
Before he could react, he saw it—a spear, sharp and gleaming, cutting through the air with such speed that even his superhuman reflexes barely registered it. Instinctively, Superman caught the spear mid-flight, his muscles straining against the incredible force behind it. He managed to halt the weapon's momentum, but no sooner had he done so than a powerful chariot slammed into his side, knocking him off his feet once again.
Superman tumbled through the frozen wasteland before managing to stabilize himself mid-air. His eyes locked onto Raiden, but something was different. Raiden's form had changed.
Raiden's new form exuded a battle-hardened presence. His short, wild green hair framed a calm yet confident face. His armor, a sleek combination of silver plates, hugged his muscular frame, with an orange scarf draped loosely over his shoulder, trailing behind him. In his hand was a long, sharp spear, radiating with an ominous energy. Every detail, from the polished armor to the poised stance, spoke of an ancient, unstoppable warrior ready for combat.
Superman, still holding his ground, narrowed his eyes. "Why are you doing this, Raiden?" he demanded, his voice edged with confusion. "Why attack me?"
Raiden said nothing. His expression remained unchanged, cold and determined. He wasn't here for a conversation.
Without a word, Raiden charged forward, his spear in hand, moving so quickly that he left streaks of green light in his wake. The sheer speed and intensity of his approach made him appear like a comet descending from the heavens. The ground beneath his feet cracked under the force of his momentum as he closed the gap between them in an instant.
Superman braced himself, but Raiden was faster. The spear pierced through Superman's left shoulder with brutal precision. Raiden didn't stop. Using his superhuman speed, he pushed Superman backward, crashing him through layers of ice, then slamming him into a series of ancient, abandoned structures buried beneath the surface. The buildings shattered on impact, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.
Superman gritted his teeth against the pain as the spear impaled him. It was clear now—Raiden wasn't holding back. He wasn't here for negotiations. This was a fight, and Raiden had already decided how it would end.
Superman forced himself free, wrenching the spear out of his shoulder and tossing it aside. Blood dripped from the wound, but his healing factor was already kicking in. With a furious roar, Superman rocketed into the sky, ascending above the clouds in an instant. Then, using all the force he could muster, he dove down, his fist outstretched, aiming straight for Raiden.
Raiden, however, was ready. His spear materialized in his hand once again, and he spun it expertly, his form elegant and precise. As Superman came crashing toward him, Raiden met him head-on, their clash sending shockwaves through the atmosphere.
The tide of battle shifted as Superman's mastery of the skies granted him an overwhelming advantage. His speed, his precision, and his ability to rain down devastating attacks from above had forced Raiden on the defensive. Though Raiden's chariot was a symbol of power and speed on any battlefield, it paled in comparison to Superman's raw aerial dominance.
Below, the once pristine Arctic landscape had become a warzone. Cracks splintered across the frozen ground, and massive glaciers had been reduced to rubble. Blood stained the white expanse—both Superman's and Raiden's. Each of them had drawn blood, but it was clear now that the battle was far from over.
Raiden, sensing that brute force alone wasn't enough, changed forms once again. His body trembled, then expanded as it took on a more savage and brutal shape. His muscles bulged and contorted, doubling in size as his skin darkened to a stony, almost ash-like gray. Thick veins pulsed with unnatural power, and his once sleek, battle-hardened form became an avatar of primal rage. His eyes—now glowing with a fierce, golden intensity—burned with the raw ferocity of a beast unleashed. Wild black hair flared behind him, almost like a mane, as he took on a more monstrous, animalistic appearance. In his hand, he wielded a massive weapon—a jagged, axe-like sword hewn from some ancient, unbreakable stone. Its brutal edges gleamed, ready to tear through anything in its path
Superman's heart sank slightly. He recognized this form—it was the same one Raiden had used when they first crossed paths. This was Berserker Heracles, a being of pure destructive force, and Raiden, in this state, had access to a relentless power that could overwhelm anyone.
Raiden didn't give Superman time to think. With a savage roar that echoed across the frozen wasteland, he lunged forward, his gigantic weapon raised high. Superman braced himself, but even his incredible reflexes were tested as Raiden swung his weapon with terrifying speed and force. The impact sent shockwaves across the ice, shattering a large section of the glacier beneath them. Superman barely managed to dodge the full brunt of the attack, but the blade still caught his side, sending him flying through the air.
Raiden didn't stop. He launched into his ultimate technique—Nine Lives. Each swing of his sword became a blur of destruction, nine strikes in rapid succession, each faster and stronger than the last. Superman raised his arms to defend himself, but the relentless barrage was unlike anything he had ever faced. The first strike slammed into his arm, numbing it. The second tore across his chest, shredding part of his suit. By the fourth strike, blood was dripping from his wounds, staining the ice below.
On the ninth and final strike, Raiden's blade pierced through Superman's shoulder, carving deep into his flesh. A searing pain coursed through him, but Superman had been waiting for this moment. Despite the agony, he didn't falter. He had counted on Raiden's aggression, and now, he saw his opening.
With a thunderous shout, Superman swung his fist directly into Raiden's chest. The punch was delivered with all of his might, a strike capable of shattering mountains and toppling gods. The sheer force of the blow created a massive shockwave, scattering the ice and snow around them. Raiden's body was blasted apart—his torso, arms, and head disintegrating into nothingness. For a moment, only his legs remained standing, frozen in place.
Superman didn't let himself relax, though. He knew Raiden was far from dead. Raiden was not someone who could be killed so easily. His body had always possessed a supernatural resilience, and even now, Superman could feel the air around them tremble as Raiden began to regenerate. Pieces of his form reconstituted themselves, swirling in the air like particles reforming into a whole.
As Raiden's body began to rebuild, Superman took a few steps back, creating space between them. His breathing was heavy, blood dripped from his wounds, but his eyes remained sharp, focused. He knew the battle had reached its peak—there would be no more holding back.
Raiden's regeneration was swift. His body reconstructed itself with frightening speed, and soon, he stood whole again, his golden eyes burning brighter than ever. The ice beneath him cracked under the pressure of his aura, and the Arctic winds howled in response to his sheer power.
This was it. The final clash between the two strongest beings on Earth. Both pushed beyond their limits.
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