As you gazed at a vast, completely empty flat space, the surface of which was made up of gray earth devoid of any visible coloring, you could see that there was no light at all. A hazy horizon surrounded the gloomy sky, perpetuating the shadows that have haunted that world since the beginning.

 This place was extremely hot, which made breathing impossible; intense gusts of wind full of dust were constantly blowing. From afar, it was possible to see large, bright rays falling from the sky at the bottom of the barren place, except for two living beings standing staring at each other.

 On one side, there is an old man with a pale, discolored skin tone, dressed in worn and torn clothes around his abdomen, his clothes are a shade similar to peanut brown, and a hood obscures his face. His physique is remarkably robust, and he wields the hilt of a sword, although it is devoid of its blade or any indices of it. 

 The old man's impotent white beard is also evident, starting at his jaw and extending to the first bud of his abdomen. The beard tapers off as it approaches the end, which has a slight, intriguing spiral shape.

 The pommel of his sword is remarkably large, the size of the pommel was similar to that of an entire palm, but the old man also had a sturdy arm, strong enough to hold it firmly.

 His pommel, in turn, also had metallic orange edges, as did its center, which contains a worn orange jewel.

 The handle, in turn, is characteristic of a conventional sword; however, it is visibly deteriorated, with parts of the ends missing and devoid of its original color.

 The blade is no longer above the handle, having been destroyed by an enemy centuries ago, leaving only the hilt of the sword.

 On the other side is a young man dressed in black clothes that clearly denote a high standard of luxury. He holds a revolver in his right hand and a dagger in his left.

 The young man, intriguing in his style, was dressed in clothes reminiscent of a sheriff. His black felt hat had a peculiar symbol on the front: a central eye surrounded by six wings, adorned by a halo that seemed to melt.

 Over his jacket, he wore a completely black cape, without a hood, which covered only the edges of his body, leaving his abdomen exposed and starting at his shoulders and ending just above his thighs.

 The sleeves of his jacket were folded up, adding a touch of freshness to his look. To complete the outfit, he opted for black tailored pants, which matched the jacket perfectly, as well as an elegant pair of derby shoes in the same color.

 As for his revolver, the barrel is a light gold color, but the handle is a dark gold color, while the transition to the frame is a gradient between light and dark gold.

 In the middle of the handle, there are inscriptions in Japanese letters that read ''Fast'' 速. A unique detail of this revolver is that it is adorned with white wings, evoking the image of the sky.

 The dagger it wields has a lighter purple pommel and guard, while the grip is a darker purple. Its blade, a conventional dagger, is white in color and bears the Japanese inscription ''Weight'' 重 .

 However, the most striking feature is that the dagger has a constantly closed eye; the eye never opens, but it is certain that this dagger has a consciousness of its own.

 The old man assumes an attack posture, positioning his left foot in front of his right foot, while wielding the handle of the sword in a way that is directed at the young man.

 He begins to concentrate his power on the handle of the sword, emitting a pressure wave that has the ability to spread into space.

 The jewel, located in the center of the hilt, begins to emit a neon orange glow. Flames emerge from the jewel, forming a blade made up of orange flames, similar to sunlight.

The intensity of the flames is such that they ignite the surrounding wind. The glow of the flaming blade is visible from great distances.

However, the intensely orange flames begin to change color, gradually turning black. The flames that once glowed with vigor now appear to be almost extinguished.

 Light is completely absent from the dark flames, but they exude a more intense heat than conventional flames. It is plausible that these flames are more powerful than the surface of the sun.

 The young man stares in astonishment at the immeasurable power present in this phenomenon, when suddenly an unexpected event occurs.

 A dragon materializes under the overcast sky. Its scales show a tone of light purple mixed with light blue. Its wings are not normal; they are made up of beautiful purple crystals, and its tail, a shimmering purple, is as big as its wings. The dragon begins its flight over the devastated site, resembling an angel in the midst of chaos.

 When the dragon reaches the point above the old man, it begins a gradual landing, generating a gale intense enough to create a tornado. After the dragon lands, the old man asks the young man on the other side a question.

"Are you ready? – says the venerable old man with an expression of compassion and uncertainty at what he is about to do, the old man waits for the young man's reaction.

 He then utters a new phrase to the young man in an attempt to warn him.

"You don't have to do this. – Giving the young man one last warning, his words resound powerfully in that empty, devastated space. The aura emanating from his question puts intense pressure on the young man, making him reconsider his actions.

 The young man, aware that he must face the consequences of his actions and aware that there is no turning back from the bloody path he has chosen, turns his gaze to the old man. His expression is serious and cold, revealing that he is prepared to accept the final punishment.

 And then the boy begins a process of maximum concentration of his power, an intense murderous aura, of a vibrant red sprinkled with touches of black, begins to emanate from the body of the young boy, who possesses incomparable power, with the exception of the other two opponents present.

 Reaching a level of pressure almost equivalent to that of the man in front of him, although still far from equaling the strength of the dragon next to him, several electrons begin to manifest from the boy; these separate from each other, resulting in the formation of plasma. In its most powerful and pure form.

 The young man fuses the plasma with his essence, causing it to radiate an intense luminosity made up of vibrant colors such as blue, purple, red and gold.

 It formed a circular pattern, resembling a magnetic field. The energy pulsed incessantly in his body and displayed a glow more intense than the fire itself, with the boy's body surrounded by electrical discharges and magnetic fields.

 The revolver he was holding began to react in harmony with his body. This revolver, which was highly compatible with plasma, integrated with the plasma emitted by the boy.

 In addition, the revolver, which bore inscriptions in Japanese on its handle that read "Fast", began to glow intensely yellow, while the revolver's wings expanded and a blue halo, reminiscent of an angel, appeared just above the revolver.

 To culminate this spectacle, the young man released an electrical discharge, enveloping everything around him in magnetic fields, which were filled with constant electrical discharges, turning into a minefield.

 In contrast, his dagger began to develop "cracks", resembling magma or even a meteor. From these cracks, a neon purple light emanated.

 His dagger took on a completely black appearance, with the cracks standing out very clearly. The Japanese inscriptions that read "Weight" also began to glow intensely purple.

 The dagger's eye, which had been constantly closed, finally opened, revealing a piercing gaze. This eye possesses demonic characteristics; its pupil resembles that of a dragon, displaying a shade of black.

 The sclera was also dark, with the upper and lower eyelids tinged with red. Finally, his iris had an orange, almost crimson color; gazing into that iris was like entering a hellish abyss, where vision became blurred and the mind confused.

 At that moment, the dagger began to radiate a substantial gravitational force, clearly affecting everything around it.

 The young man removed his felt hat with his left hand, resting it gently next to his heart.

 As he did so, he revealed an impressive mane of shiny, straight black hair, soft to the touch and impeccably groomed.

 His cut was short and well-structured, with the ends directed slightly downwards, on the sides and at the nape of the neck, the strands were cut shorter, while the top part maintained a slightly longer length, with a moderate volume.

 In a symbolic gesture, he burned the hat with an electric charge, letting go of the sentimental value it represented, preparing to leave that life behind, free of regrets and emotional ties that could prevent his friends and even himself from finding peace.

 The young man's hair floated slightly, defying gravity, thanks to the gravitational powers emanating from his body and his dagger.

 An aura of a soft purple tone, with pinkish nuances, enveloped him completely, complemented by rays of different colors,

like red, blue and purple, which danced around him.

 His eyes began to emit a subtle light the size of his pupils, creating a trail of purple light with every movement he made.

 The gravity aura and the plasma aura remained separate, while his body was divided between these two energies: his left side enveloped by a purple, blue and red plasma aura, and his right side enveloped by a gravity aura, which was a darker shade of purple.

 And the surrounding ground began to give way, cracking under the gravitational pressure exerted. 

 The elderly man smiles slightly at the sight of the tremendous force, and then they both start running towards each other with an intensity so blissful that it could devastate continents.