The black-haired man had stood up, his eyes bloodshot, reeking with immense rage. The winds crashed ferociously on the world; the blood-sun enveloped the world in its almighty might.
The white-haired man stood gracefully, and with light steps, he moved towards the black-haired man.
"It's fin-"
"It's not, especially not for you." The black-haired man cut him off, and both of their eyes stared at each other, conveying the complete opposite to the other one.
"Oh?" The white-haired man said before taking a step to the right.
A black spear had manifested itself where he had stood previously; dark fumes stained its surroundings, emitted by the spear.
The white-haired man tilted his head slightly before letting out a light chuckle.
"Before we fight, we should introduce ourselves at least. I am WhiteWing, the disciple of the God of Lightning." He said, his silver eyes shimmering slightly.
Asher's eyes widened suddenly as he stared at the white-haired man.
'Disdain, his eyes showed disdain just now.' He thought before bringing his focus back to the upcoming battle.
"I am the Cosmic God of the Unknown Heavens, the bearer of the legacy of the Shadow God. I am Astraeus." Astraeus exclaimed, his black hair waved intensely, brushing against the intense winds.
Whitewing grinned slightly before completely vanishing from Asher's sight. Furrowing his burrows, the black-haired man turned around, and his blade beside him broke into dark fumes. Two short swords appeared in his hand.
He let out a small 'hmph' before slashing. A black slash manifested itself in the air before colliding with the nearby mountain. Tearing it into shreds.
"Aww, man, swords make things less fun. Why not we fight with our bare hands?" Whitewing said as two wings appeared behind him. The wings were so enormous that they could dwarf some short hills.
Astraeus stood there, not moving a single muscle. His eyes narrowed slightly before taking a short, light step before completely vanishing from his spot.
"Shit," Whitewing said before vanishing as well.
Instantly, both of them appeared mid-air before colliding their fists. Several shockwaves echoed, sending bits of mud and rocks flying in the air. Asher looked down to the battlefield, seeing two short swords pierced in the ground.
"You sure are weird," Asher said to God beside him, rather than the same person in the battle.
Just as he expected a reply from the God beside him, a tremendous explosion occurred. Several tails started to wave in the air before the sounds of footsteps originating from a titan echoed.
Asher's expression broke into a frown; he gritted his teeth slightly.
"The demons from before are intervening." The Cosmic God exclaimed, staring at the behemoths with his crystal-green eyes.
"Why are they intervening now?" Asher said, his frown loosening a bit.
"I don't know, lets see now?" The God said with a nonchalant expression.
Asher nodded before turning back to the battlefield; Astraeus was still involved in his collision against WhiteWing, completely oblivious to the incoming god-like abominations.
Suddenly, a white-haired man crashed into the ground; one of his wings had been severed. The ground became jagged on the point of collision. His face was covered with blood, his expression broken into that of a painful one.
Asher turned his head towards Astraeus, the God clad in cosmic energy; it had a void color with tiny white sparkles in it as if stars were shining in a bottomless abyss. His hair waved intensely. A 'V' mark had manifested on his forehead, extending to his neck with intricate patterns.
Squinting his eyes, Asher could vaguely see six wings made of shadows; the wings gave off such might that the ground beneath it had been shattered solely due to that.
'He really did hold that.' Asher thought before Astraeus vanished. As he appeared in front of the wounded WhiteWing, he punched him in the face.
Blood splattered in the air, staining the ground beneath. WhiteWing smiled; some of his teeth had broken off.
"Go do it, GO KILL ME IF YOU DARE!" Whitewing exclaimed with his bloodied expression.
"Sure."
Instantly, Astraeus vanished, appearing in the sky just underneath the blood-sun. Staring at the world with his bottomless eyes that shone like the Abyss, he brought two of his hands forward.
Suddenly, a cosmic energy ferociously burst out of him, engulfing the entire world. The sky suddenly lost its crimson might, replaced with a void hue. The cosmic energy started to circulate, its speed increasing every single moment.
The winds intensified even more, sending the entire mountains flying like rag dolls. Asher knew if not for the God beside him, he'd be swept away as well, along with the ground beneath him.
The Comic Energy circulated, and looking at it, Asher felt a vision.
A vision...
Of a galaxy.
Cosmic Energy circulated, taking the form of a galaxy; purple-black lightning severed the sky.
WhiteWing stood up finally; his eyes reflected an anger that had no end.
"Cosmic Call: The Fall of a Deity."
Instantly, the energy circulated even more intensely. In the middle, a black hole had appeared. Its gold-rights circled it as if worshipping a true god.
The world trembled furiously; WhiteWing's hair waved ferociously, and his eyes showed a bloodlust that was boundless.
"I WON'T ALLOW YOU TO!" WhiteWing suddenly screamed. His wing regenerated itself, and immediately, a burst of white energy engulfed the ground beneath, covering the entire world in it.
The world had become a battlefield between the Cosmic Sky and the Shining Surface. The cosmic energy circulated in the sky with even more intensity upon the appearance of the mysterious silver-white energy that had bits of golden hue to it.
The seven devilish beings had been probably decimated into dust. Asher could vaguely see several severed tails in the distance.
WhiteWing screamed once again, and the white energy started to levitate. White lightning cracked through the dimension along with the purple lightning.
Asher narrowed his eyes slightly before turning his head towards Astraeus. The god clad in his cosmic energy looked nonchalant; it was as if he didn't even care if WhiteWing was retaliating.
Suddenly, two fangs appeared on WhiteWing's face. A spear appeared on his hand, clad in white energy; it burst forward with tremendous speed.
As the spear burst forward, it felt a trail of golden hue behind it. Space cracked, shattered, and reduced to bits. The sky was left ablaze; the spear shone in the Abyssal world as if a flame had been ignited in the void.
Dark fumes fell off Astraeus's body, and the cosmic energy in the sky trembled and immediately started to circulate with such speed that the winds were unfathomable for Asher.
The Spear moved forward, lit with flames, igniting its pathway with golden flames; the world trembled slightly as the spear advanced towards Astraues.
'Just what is he thinking?' Asher thought with furrowed burrows, his eyes twitched slightly with worry.
Astraeus simply stood there, clad in cosmic energy; he simply stared at the incoming behemoth of a spear. It was as if he...
Didn't even feel threatened?
Whitewing laughed, his silver eyes gleaming with hatred as he looked at his spear advancing.
"He's letting his guard down," Asher exclaimed in a low tone akin to a whisper even.
Just as the spear was about to collide with Astraeus, he simply brought one of his hands forward, his fingers hanging upon the world.
WhiteWings eyes widened, and his laugh broke off, replaced with a worried expression.
"No you won't, no..." He exclaimed, his eyes widened, reeking with fear.
"It seems the world has forgotten who I am, WhiteWing. I am the commander of the 8th battalion, the very battalion that was the reason for the fall of your home, the capital of the Heavens. I was the one who led my empire into the Realm of Gods; I was the one who STARTED THE AGE OF GODS!"
As Astraeus finished his words, the world trembled once again, but this time, it was horrendously much more powerful. The Spear suddenly got torn into pieces, reduced to bits.
The remaining mountains started to float, losing their mass.
Asher looked towards the sky, seemingly trying to find what was happening. However, as he did so, his eyes widened, his pupils contracting.
"No way." Asher said, taking a step backward. He had encountered many things that never felt real, but this...
The Blackhole was advancing towards the world.