Nameless Death skidded to a stop in the air, a faint glow circling his feet.
He narrowed his eyes.
Berserker’s aura was heavier than before.
It was dense and suffocating, pressing down like a tidal wave.
It had grown sharper, more complete, and was no longer restrained by the limits of Stage 4.
It had passed into Stage 5.
Reality around Berserker rippled and distorted, as though the world was unsure how to react to his presence.
Chaos and Void elements spun around him, layering over one another, thickening like clouds before a storm.
"Why did you stop? Afriad of me, brat?" Berserker grinned.
Nameless Death closed his eyes and exhaled.
He stopped holding himself back.
His aura exploded outward, and replaced the atmosphere around them.
The weight of his aura was heavier than Berserker’s.
The chaotic void was forced to let go of disorder and follow order by his aura.
Berserker’s grin slipped slightly as he felt it.
Nameless Death took a single step forward.
The ground beneath his feet collapsed into dust, and his aura kept surging upwards, reaching Stage 5 with terrifying stability.
His presence didn’t just suppress Berserker’s power; it made it feel irrelevant.
"I see," Berserker said. "Your combat ability has stepped into Stage 5 realm."
Nameless Death didn’t reply.
He raised his right arm, and flames erupted along its length.
They were pale white, tinged faintly with gold.
The flames were unfamiliar, yet familiar.
They had grown over time in that Cosmos before Nameless Death had found them.
World Ender Flames.
Without warning, they burst forth in a massive arc that swept toward Berserker.
The temperature shot upward.
The sky above them blistered, clouds vanishing as heat blanketed the realm.
Sand turned to glass, and the air shimmered with unstable energy.
The flame column crashed into Berserker like a divine blade descending from the heavens.
When the fire faded, Berserker stood in the center, his body scorched and skin smoking.
The ground around him had vanished, turned into molten pits of glass.
But he remained standing.
He let out a breath.
His body twitched once, and then began to regenerate.
A terrifying laughter rang.
Berker laughed without restraints.
"That was brilliant!"
His presence started to... evolve.
His fiber reformed, skin sealed, and the burn marks faded entirely.
"But that won’t work again, and," Berserker said, cracking his neck. "You need to be careful when you attack."
Nameless Death looked below.
His arm was missing.
’He attacked back in the instant my attack landed.’
Nameless Death frowned.
As expected, the Supreme of Void was a formidable opponent.
He exhaled, and rewound the damage to his arm with a single thought.
"O Chains of Hell, bind the evil in front of me," Nameless Death chanted.
He didn’t use World Ender flames.
Just by seeing the ’evolved’ aura of Berserker, he could tell that he had now adapted to those flames.
Berserker watched in anticipation as reddish-black chains erupted from the ground.
They warped around his limbs, locking him into the place.
Nameless Death raised his hand.
The clouds above darkened.
A vast spear began to descend from the sky, its surface writhing with layered death elementals.
It was the size of a moon, covered in shifting runes, and it fractured the air as it fell.
Berserker grinned as he looked up.
The spear came crashing down.
When it hit, it split the land open.
The impact stretched for miles, cutting deep into the core of the realm.
Dimensional space twisted and collapsed around it, unable to handle the pressure.
Nameless Death hovered in the air, watching.
Then the dust cleared, and Berserker emerged.
He was bleeding. His body was torn, but his steps were steady.
With each breath, his injuries sealed, and the death energy clinging to his body slowly dissolved.
It cracked. Then shattered. The others began to dissolve as well.
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