Maris clashed with Dark Crow once again, their colossal fists meeting in a shockwave that rippled across the sky, tearing through clouds and shaking the heavens. Their battle had been going on for what felt like hours, neither gaining the upper hand. Both Maris and Dark Crow had regenerated time and time again, their bodies unable to sustain permanent damage as their magic clashed in perfect opposition. Each strike, though devastating, only reset the battle to an eternal stalemate.
As she blocked yet another powerful punch from Dark Crow, Maris's mind raced. This isn't working. She could feel the strain on her body, the exhaustion creeping into her muscles. Her power, while vast, wasn't limitless. The same was true for Dark Crow. But if they kept fighting like this, they would both continue to heal and clash endlessly, neither gaining victory.
This battle needs to end.
