The stadium, once an awesome coliseum of cosmic might, now shook and fractured under the relentless furor of the fight. Shockwaves ripped through dimensions, shattering multiverses with each clash. The sky above splintered into fractals of light and shadow, a kaleidoscope of chaos that mirrored the combat below. Spectators from every corner of existence watched, their breaths held, eyes wide in a mixture of fear and wonder.
Umbra, the One True King, stood tall, his silhouette dark and regal against the storm of creation and destruction. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned his weapon, a blade forged from the darkness of stars, its surface shifting and writhing like a living thing. It exuded an aura of power so immense that the very fabric of the universe seemed to bow before it.
