Unfortunately, there would be a point where one of them would dominate the other side even with a small margin of difference.
This was all because of how immense their power wise, that a small gap was enough to overwhelm another of similar attributes.
"You fought well, Nagan."
There, Nagan could be seen with ever-lasting spiraling holes riddling his body, that even his {Primal Wrath} couldn't heal it instantly.
Not to mention, one of his arms was completely gone, and one of his legs was barely connected to his torso due to the spiraling wound.
Despite the dimming red taint, his smile was still there, filled with confidence and hope.
"I won," Nagan said, confusing the Faceless God with his statement. "I have bought enough time."
"Pardon?"
Nagan raised one of his hands. The prismic perfect-circle mark spun its cosmic property so volatile, that even the Faceless God had trouble to completely sense everything.
