MIGHT AS WELL BE OP-Chapter 336 : Abyssal-2

Amidst the cosmic graveyard of molten cores and fragmented moons, Collins, the Lightning God, stood resolute.

His very presence radiated unrestrained thunder, every pulse of his golden aura a living embodiment of celestial fury.

Across the void, Veyros, the Abyssal Sovereign, cloaked in a shifting mantle of eternal darkness, loomed as the final obstacle between Collins and absolute victory.

For eons, the forces of light and dark had clashed across the universe.

Today, however, destiny had conspired to witness the end of one, a moment when Collins would unleash a power so overwhelming that even the void would tremble in its wake.

Without words, their wills spoke through the language of magic.

Collins, his eyes aglow with the intensity of dying stars, surged forward.

In a burst of incandescent energy, he vanished from sight, bending the fabric of reality to his command.

Moments later, he reappeared high above Veyros, his body encircled by a corona of searing lightning and crackling energy.

With an unyielding cry, Collins extended his arm. The heavens responded as he unleashed his first devastating incantation:

[Lightning Magic: Stellar Judgment]

A planet sized bolt of pure, unadulterated lightning erupted from his outstretched fist.

The discharge roared like a celestial beast, a torrent of golden energy that tore through space, cleaving asteroids into molten shards and vaporizing stray debris in its wake.

The shockwave rippled outward, a testament to the immeasurable force of his assault.

Veyros, ever the master of the void, did not falter.

His form rippled like living darkness as he raised a hand to intercept the onslaught.

In response, he channeled the abyss into a singular, seething vortex:

[Abyssal Magic: Void Collapse]

From his palm, a swirling chasm of night erupted, twisting the incoming lightning into a spiraling maelstrom.

The radiant bolt contorted, its brilliance dimming as it was drawn inexorably toward the black heart of the void.

For a moment, it seemed that darkness would prevail, an unending chasm consuming even the fury of the storm.

But Collins was unyielding.

With a resolute roar that echoed through the corridors of creation, he countered the abyssal pull.

His aura flared, intensifying as he summoned the primal force of his elemental might:

[Lightning Magic: Celestial Overdrive]

Bolts of glowing lightning burst forth from every fiber of his being, exploding outward in a supernova of golden radiance.

His entire form became a living tempest, each arc of lightning reasserting his dominion over the void.

The discharged energy battered the vortex, fracturing its grip and sending shards of dark power spiraling into the nothingness.

Veyros's eyes, if they could be called that in his shifting form, narrowed as he marshaled his arcane reserves.

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With a slow, measured gesture, he invoked his next counter, a spell that sought to wrest control of the battlefield through sheer gravitational might:

[Abyssal Magic: Devouring Maelstrom]

From the depths of the abyss, Veyros summoned a tidal surge of null energy, a force that expanded outward like an all consuming black hole.

Entire fragments of shattered reality were drawn toward it, sucked into a vortex that threatened to erase everything in its path.

The maelstrom swept across the battlefield, a gravitational force so immense that even the brilliant bolts of Collins's lightning were forced into disarray.

Yet, every assault only fueled Collins's resolve.

His eyes burned with divine intensity as he prepared to shatter the darkness once and for all.

With a deep, resonant incantation that seemed to draw on the heartbeat of the universe itself, he gathered the totality of his power into a single, cataclysmic strike:

[Lightning Magic: Omega Thunderclasm]

In a moment that defied the very laws of time and space, Collins raised both arms high, and the cosmos trembled at his command.

From him erupted a torrent of divine lightning, a storm so vast and furious that it eclipsed all previous assaults.

The bolts, imbued with the essence of dying stars and the raw power of creation, rained down in an endless cascade.

They splintered the maelstrom, fracturing the dark vortex into countless splinters of dissipating shadow.

The radiant energy expanded outward, obliterating every vestige of the void's power in a final, cataclysmic outburst.

For the briefest of moments, silence reigned over the cosmic battlefield.

The shattered remnants of Veyros's defenses hovered like ghostly echoes, and even the gravitational pull of the void faltered in the face of such overwhelming brilliance.

Then, as if compelled by fate itself, Veyros attempted a final, desperate maneuver.

[Abyssal Magic: Black Expanse]

With trembling, dark gestures, he wove a tapestry of void energy that surged outward, seeking to encase Collins in an unyielding shroud of darkness.

The spell spread like a cancer through the radiant storm, its inky tendrils attempting to smother the light.

For a heartbeat, it seemed that the forces of the abyss might reclaim dominion over the battlefield.

But destiny had chosen its champion.

Collins's aura exploded in an luminous display as he rallied his remaining strength.

With a furious cry that shook the very heavens, he gathered the dispersed lightning into one final, ruinous blast.

His voice, echoing like the roar of collapsing galaxies, heralded the end:

[Lightning Magic: Supreme Storm Annihilation]

A blinding column of pure, divine lightning surged upward from Collins's core, a tempest of fervent fury that towered above the chaos.

This ultimate spell was the culmination of every bolt, every arc of thunder that had ever coursed through him.

The column of lightning pierced the dark heart of Veyros's Black Expanse, ripping through the veil of shadows with an unstoppable force.

It surged forward, a manifestation of divine judgment, and bore down upon the Abyssal Sovereign with the inexorable certainty of fate.

As the column of lightning descended, Veyros's form convulsed in a last, futile struggle against the overwhelming power.

The void around him writhed and shattered as the Supreme Storm Annihilation tore through his defenses.

In that final, excruciating moment, the combined might of a thousand thunderstorms converged upon him, each bolt a decree of annihilation.

The brilliant radiance engulfed Veyros, and with a resounding silence that reverberated through the shattered cosmos.

The Abyssal Sovereign was consumed, his dark essence dissolving into nothingness.

Collins stood alone amid the wreckage of celestial battle, his form aglow with the residual light of his divine assault.

The battlefield, once a tumultuous maelstrom of competing forces, now lay silent.

Shattered remnants of worlds and echoes of ancient energies bore testament to the cataclysmic duel, a war that had reshaped reality itself.

The void pulsed with the lingering echoes of his victory, every spark of lightning a reminder of the power that had erased the abyss.

For a long, timeless moment, the cosmos held its breath as Collins surveyed the ruin.

The surviving fragments of the shattered battle, the flickering nebulae, drifting debris, and the silent scars upon the fabric of space, spoke of a duel fought on a scale beyond mortal reckoning.

In his victory, Collins had not only vanquished his foe but had reshaped the very essence of the cosmos in the process.

Yet even as the light of his triumph radiated across the void, a solemn truth emerged: every end carved a path to a new beginning.

In the vast emptiness where Veyros had once wrought havoc, the seeds of potential waited to be sown, a promise that the cosmic cycle of creation and destruction would persist eternally.

Collins raised his gaze to the trembling heavens.

His eyes, burning with satisfaction of his triumph, bore silent witness to the endless battle that was the nature of existence.

He knew that his victory was but one chapter in the eternal saga of cosmic conflict, a saga where light and darkness, creation and oblivion, would forever dance their timeless ballet.

And so, amid the ruins of a universe remade by his hand, Collins descended slowly, his every step igniting fragments of stardust in his wake.

The battlefield lay quiet, the echo of his Supreme Storm Annihilation still reverberating through the void.

In that profound silence, the fate of the cosmos seemed momentarily suspended, a testament to the transient nature of all things.

For now, at least, the Abyssal Sovereign was no more, his reign of darkness snuffed out by the unstoppable force of lightning incarnate.

Collins had achieved the unthinkable: he had shattered the void itself, extinguishing the darkness that had threatened to consume his light.

Thus, in the aftermath of divine judgment, Collins stood as the sole arbiter of fate.

His victory etched into the annals of cosmic history, a reminder that even in the boundless abyss, the brilliance of lightning can vanquish the deepest darkness.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

The side characters fight has officially come to an end.