Kaelus channelled his power into *Gramr*, the blade glowing with an intense light that cut through the darkness. He raised the sword high, and with a single swing, he unleashed a wave of divine energy that ripped through the air, slicing through the fabric of reality itself.
The energy hit Dagon full force, sending him crashing back into the far wall. For a moment, the warlord was still, his form obscured by the swirling darkness. But then, slowly, he rose, his eyes burning with fury.
"You dare… challenge the abyss?"
With a roar, Dagon unleashed his full power. Dark energy surged around him, as he raised *Ancalagon* high. The hammer crackled with abyssal energy, the very air around it wasbeing torn apart.
Kaelus could feel the immense power radiating from Dagon, but he stood firm. He gripped *Gramr* tightly, preparing for the next assault. This wasn't just a battle of strength—it was a battle of wills. And Kaelus refused to back down.
Dagon charged, his Warhammer crashing down with the force of a collapsing star. But Kaelus was ready. With a swift motion, he raised *Gramr*, the blade glowing with divine light as it met *Ancalagon* head-on.
The impact was cataclysmic. The ground beneath them shattered, and the very air around them seemed to implode as the two forces collided. Time itself seemed to slow as the two warriors stood locked in place, their weapons grinding against each other, each one trying to overpower the other.
Kaelus could feel the immense pressure building, the weight of Dagon's power pressing down on him. But he didn't falter. He pushed back with everything he had, drawing on the full power of *Gramr*.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still. And then, with a final surge of energy, Kaelus pushed forward, *Gramr* slicing through *Ancalagon* and driving deep into Dagon's chest.
The warlord let out a roar of fury as he staggered back, dark energy spilling from the wound. But even as he bled, he smiled.
"Well done, mortal," Dagon said, his voice weak but filled with malice. "But this is far from over. The void… will consume you."
Kaelus, sword in hand, showed signs of exhaustion. He had gone head-on with Dagon, a force beyond comprehension, and had survived. But the war wasn't over yet. Not by far.
Suddenly, a fierce roar cut through the silence. Gabriel, having held himself back from the initial confrontation, charged into the fray. His eyes burned with righteous fury ,The sword in his hand, known as *Zerachiel*, shimmered with divine fire, its edge sharpened by the flames of the Seraphim themselves. It was said that *Zerachiel* was the very weapon used by the archangels to cast the fallen from Heaven, imbued with the power to sever even the darkest of souls from their essence.
Without a word, Gabriel swung his sword with a power that seemed to shake the very fabric of reality. The holy flame erupted from *Zerachiel*, casting a blinding light that burned away the darkness around Dagon. But the warlord only smiled, his form barely flinching as the divine energy struck him.
"Foolish," Dagon's voice echoed, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. "Do you truly believe that the light of Heaven holds sway over the void? *Ancalagon* has shattered countless worlds, endless weaves above weaves, when I was free to roam the hyperdimensional structures. You cannot fathom the scale of destruction it has wrought."
He raised his Warhammer once more, the weapon humming with a resonance that seemed to warp the very dimensions around it. As Dagon swung *Ancalagon* toward Gabriel, the hammer's weight carried with it the force of countless realms collapsed under its power, a void of shattered realities compressed into a single blow.
Gabriel gritted his teeth, raising *Zerachiel* in defence. The clash sent a shockwave of divine and void energy spiralling outwards, causing the ground beneath them to crack and shift. For a moment, Gabriel's face contorted with strain as he held back the full force of Dagon's assault.
"*Ancalagon* has broken the threads of fate, shattered destiny itself!" Dagon's voice boomed, his strength unrelenting. "What hope do you have against the void? You are but fleeting moments in the chaos of eternity."
But Gabriel wasn't alone. Kain, the party's cleric, quickly stepped forward, his hands glowing with divine light as he chanted a prayer under his breath. A radiant barrier of protection formed around Gabriel, bolstering his strength. At the same time, selena, the huntress, moved with swift precision, unleashing a flurry of arrows that shimmered with elemental energy—wind, fire, ice, and lightning, each imbued with the magic of nature itself.
The arrows struck true, each one exploding upon impact with Dagon's dark armour, but they barely made a dent. Still, selena didn't relent. Her eyes narrowed with determination as she continued her barrage, weaving between the shadows cast by Dagon's overwhelming presence.
Elias, the mage, , voice rising in a complex incantation that caused the very air to ripple with raw arcane power. he called forth the primal elements, pulling from the fundamental forces of the universe—time, space, and matter. With a flick of her wrist, she tore a rift in the air, sending tendrils of pure energy cascading toward Dagon, each one imbued with the power to disassemble the very molecules of his being.
But Dagon, despite the relentless assault, remained unshaken. He chuckled, raising *Ancalagon* high. "Is this it? Is this the power of the so-called heroes? Pathetic."
He slammed his hammer into the ground, and the resulting force sent a wave of void energy surging toward the party. Kaelus, quick to react, swung *Gramr* in a wide arc, releasing a wave of radiant energy that met the void head-on. The two forces collided, sending ripples through, the battlefield itself seemed to buckle under the pressure.
Dagon's expression grew dark, his eyes narrowing as he locked onto Kaelus. "You… you wield *Gramr*, a blade forged in defiance of the threads of fate. But even that will not save you from the abyss."
The warlord lunged forward, swinging *Ancalagon* with terrifying speed and force. Kaelus met the strike with *Gramr*, the two weapons clashing in a display of raw, unbridled power. Sparks of void and divine energy danced between them, lighting up the battlefield as the two warriors pushed against each other.
"Now!" Kaelus shouted to his comrades, his voice filled with urgency.
Taking his cue, the rest of the party sprang into action. With Gabriel leading the charge, they began to synchronise their movements, their attacks becoming more fluid, more coordinated. Each of them played their part, their abilities combining in a seamless display of teamwork.
Selena"s arrows became infused with Amara's arcane magic, each shot exploding with elemental force. Gabriel's divine flames were bolstered by kain's prayers, his strikes cutting deeper into Dagon's void-infused form. Even as Dagon lashed out with his warhammer, the party moved as one, evading and countering with precision.
For a moment, it seemed as though they were holding their own. But Dagon, ever the monstrous force, simply grinned. "You cannot win. The void is eternal. Your resistance is futile."
He raised *Ancalagon* once more, ready to deliver a killing blow. But before he could swing, Kaelus stepped forward, his eyes blazing with determination.
"Enough," Kaelus growled, his voice low but filled with authority. "We end this now."
With a sudden surge of power, Kaelus infused *Gramr* with the full extent of his magic. The sword, now glowing with an intense, blinding light, seemed to hum with the very essence of fate. He raised it high, and with a single, powerful strike, he aimed for Dagon's heart.
At the same time, the rest of the party followed suit, their abilities converging in a final, synchronised assault. Selena arrows, elias's magic, kain's divine prayers, and Gabriel's holy flames—all of it combined into a single, devastating blow.
For the briefest of moments, time seemed to stand still. The battlefield was bathed in a radiant light as the combined force of the party's attacks struck Dagon head-on. The warlord's eyes widened in shock as the power of their synchronised blow tore through his defences, piercing the very core of his being.
Dagon let out a roar of pain and fury as the light consumed him. His form began to unravel, the dark energy that had sustained him for so long dissipating into the void. *Ancalagon* fell from his grasp, the once-mighty warhammer clattering to the ground as Dagon's body disintegrated into nothingness.
As the light faded, the party stood in silence, breathing heavily from the effort. The battlefield was still, the oppressive aura of Dagon's presence now gone.
Kaelus sheathed *Gramr*, his expression grim. "It's over."
But kain, ever the cleric, stepped forward. He knelt before the spot where Dagon had fallen, his hands clasped in prayer. "May your soul find peace, even in the void," he murmured, his voice soft.
The others watched in silence as kain finished his prayer, offering a moment of reverence for the fallen warlord. Though Dagon had been a monstrous force of destruction, there was still a sense of respect for the sheer power he had wielded.
Dagon drifted in the void, not in the present where he had been vanquished, but in the memories of a time long past—when he was still free, before the chains of allegiance to Yami Saito had bound him. The overwhelming strength of Kaelus and his party, the brilliance of their synchronised blow, had shattered his mortal form, but the core of his being remained untouched. His essence—the conception that had existed before the dawn of time—remained, swirling in the abyss of memory and thought.
His mind, now unshackled by the temporal confines of the present, floated back through the endless weaves of worlds he had once roamed. He was *Dagon*, a force of pure destruction, born from the primal chaos that predated even the gods themselves. His existence wasn't tied to a single dimension, or even a single reality. No, he had transcended such trivialities long ago.
In those days, he was a wandering being of unimaginable power, a concept that held no form yet could manifest as anything, anytime, anywhere. He was a traveller between weaves—realities that ebbed and flowed like threads in an infinite cosmic tapestry. Each world he passed through was like a fleeting whisper, dissolving into oblivion the moment his presence touched it. For Dagon, the destruction was not borne out of malice. It was simply his nature. He was a force, not a being—pure annihilation personified.
But this power came with a price. Loneliness.
In each world, he was met with terror, with reverence, and with fear. Civilisations crumbled before him, armies broke, and kings bowed. No one, nothing, could match him. And that was the core of his existence: *the strongest*. In all his wandering across the weaves, Dagon had never found an equal. The loneliness that came from being the strongest festered in his soul, an abyss deeper than the void from which he was born.
He often stared into *Ancalagon*, his warhammer—his one true companion in the vast emptiness. *Ancalagon* was not just a weapon, but an extension of his will, forged from the raw chaos of pre-existence itself. It had shattered countless worlds, collapsed entire dimensions, and unmade realities with a single swing. The hammer resonated with the very essence of void, singing to him in ways words could never express. Through *Ancalagon*, he communicated with the chaos of the universe, but it wasn't the same as companionship. *Ancalagon* was bound to him, not out of choice but because it was an intrinsic part of his own essence.
Still, Dagon had grown fond of the hammer, treating it as his only companion in his endless wandering. He spoke to it, not expecting a reply, but out of a desperate need to express his loneliness. He would often say, "Look, another world falls. Another weave breaks. We are the strongest, aren't we, old friend?"
But the silence that followed was unbearable. *Ancalagon* never answered. It couldn't. And so, Dagon continued his journey, drifting through worlds, breaking weaves, and searching for something—anything—that could challenge him, that could fill the void within his soul.