The clash between Kael Draven and Midas, the Golden Sovereign, shook the very fabric of the dying realm. Each blow they exchanged radiated power, unmaking the land and sky around them. Where Midas's radiant golden light sought to restore order and sanctity, Kael's infinite shadow consumed and corrupted, leaving nothing but void in its wake.
Kael's silver eyes gleamed with intensity as he leapt back to evade a beam of golden energy. The blast struck the ground where he had stood, transforming the shattered rock into molten gold. The heat radiating from it scorched the air, forcing Kael to channel his magic to dispel the lingering energy.
"You can't run forever," Midas said, his golden scepter raised high, glowing with divine fury. "This ends here, Kael. Submit to my judgment."
Kael smirked, his silver eyes glinting with defiance. "Judgment? From a god who hides behind his wealth and light? I've destroyed better than you."
With a roar, Kael unleashed a torrent of dark magic, the shadows writhing and lashing out like the tendrils of some eldritch beast. Midas countered with a radiant shield, the golden barrier absorbing the impact before shattering outward into shards that rained down on Kael like daggers.
Kael raised his arms, his dark magic coalescing into a barrier that deflected the shards. But the effort left him momentarily vulnerable, and Midas seized the opportunity.
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The god's scepter struck with blinding speed, its golden light blazing as it connected with Kael's side. The impact sent Kael flying, his body slamming into the side of a crumbling mountain. The force of the blow sent fissures rippling through the rock, and debris rained down around him.
Kael groaned as he pulled himself to his feet, his dark magic swirling protectively around him. He could feel the Void's power coursing through his veins, mending his injuries as quickly as they appeared.
"You fight well," Kael admitted, his voice a low growl. "But you're still just another god. And I've killed more of you than I can count."
Midas landed gracefully atop the shattered mountain, his golden form shining brilliantly against the darkened sky. "Your arrogance blinds you, Kael," he said. "You wield the Void's power, but you don't understand its cost. It will consume you, just as you consume everything else."
Kael laughed, the sound echoing across the battlefield. "Spare me your sermons," he said. "The Void serves me, not the other way around."
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Kael thrust his hands forward, unleashing a wave of shadow that engulfed the mountain. The darkness surged upward, wrapping around Midas like a living entity. For a moment, it seemed as though Kael had the upper hand.
But then the shadows began to shimmer and crackle as golden light pierced through them.
Midas's voice rang out, calm and commanding. "You cannot destroy what is eternal, Kael."
The golden energy erupted outward, dispersing the shadows and forcing Kael to retreat. Midas descended from the mountain, his scepter glowing with divine energy.
"You rely too much on brute force," Midas said, his tone almost pitying. "But brute force will not save you."
Kael sneered, his dark magic coiling around him like a serpent. "And what will save you, god? Your wealth? Your sanctimony? Let's see how far that gets you."
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The battle intensified.
Kael and Midas clashed in a flurry of blows, their attacks shaking the ground and tearing through the sky. Midas's scepter moved with incredible speed, each strike precise and calculated. Golden energy radiated from his every movement, creating blinding arcs of light that forced Kael to stay on the defensive.
But Kael was relentless.
He fought with the ferocity of a cornered beast, his dark magic surging in chaotic waves that sought to overwhelm Midas's precision. Shadows twisted and writhed around him, lashing out at Midas with unrelenting force.
"You can't hold me off forever," Kael snarled, his silver eyes blazing.
Midas smirked, his golden eyes narrowing. "I don't need forever," he said. "Just long enough to break you."
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Kael roared, channeling the full power of the Void into a devastating attack. A massive tendril of shadow erupted from the ground, striking at Midas with blinding speed. The god raised his scepter to block, the impact sending a shockwave through the battlefield.
For a moment, the two forces were locked in a stalemate, the golden light of Midas's scepter clashing against the seething darkness of Kael's magic.
Then, with a surge of power, Midas pushed forward, the golden energy overwhelming the shadow and striking Kael square in the chest.
Kael was thrown back, his body skidding across the ground as he struggled to regain his footing.
"You can't win, Kael," Midas said, his voice calm but firm. "Not against me. Not against the light."
Kael gritted his teeth, his silver eyes narrowing as he rose to his feet. "I don't need to win," he growled. "I just need to destroy you."
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Kael unleashed a desperate assault, his attacks wild and chaotic as he poured everything he had into overwhelming Midas. The ground beneath them cracked and splintered as waves of shadow and golden light collided, their power threatening to tear the realm apart.
Midas countered with precision, deflecting Kael's attacks and striking back with devastating efficiency. Each blow of his scepter sent shockwaves through the battlefield, forcing Kael to retreat step by step.
"You've already lost," Midas said, his golden eyes gleaming. "You just don't know it yet."
Kael snarled, his silver eyes blazing with fury. "I've never lost," he said. "And I won't start now."
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But as the battle dragged on, Kael began to feel the strain. The Void's power, though immense, was not infinite. Each attack, each clash, drained him further, leaving him weaker and more vulnerable.
Midas, on the other hand, seemed almost untouched. His golden form burned brightly, his every movement radiating strength and confidence.
"You're faltering, Kael," Midas said, his tone calm but cutting. "Even the Void has its limits."
Kael's smirk twisted into a grimace as he launched another desperate attack. But Midas deflected it with ease, his scepter striking Kael with a blinding flash of light.
Kael fell to his knees, his dark magic flickering as he struggled to rise.
"You've lost," Midas said, his voice filled with finality. "Surrender, and I will make your end swift."
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Kael's silver eyes narrowed, his smirk returning despite the pain.
"I don't surrender," he said, his voice a low growl.
With a final surge of strength, Kael channeled the full power of the Void into one last attack. Shadows erupted around him, consuming the battlefield in an all-encompassing storm of darkness.
Midas raised his scepter, the golden light blazing as he prepared to meet the attack head-on.
The two forces collided with a deafening roar, their power shaking the realm to its core.
And as the dust settled, the battlefield fell silent.
Who remained standing was yet to be seen.