MIGHT AS WELL BE OP - Chapter 330

Chapter 330: Abyssal
In the boundless abyss of the cosmos, destruction reigned supreme.

A vast, endless battlefield stretched across the void, littered with the remains of annihilated worlds.

Shattered planets floated aimlessly, their molten cores exposed, bleeding liquid fire into the darkness.

Broken moons, torn apart by celestial clashes, drifted as fragmented husks, their surfaces charred remnants of battles that had long since receded into the annals of cosmic history.

Beyond the wreckage, colossal gas giants churned with unstable energy, their once-golden hues fluctuating between existence and obliteration.

Gravity wells spiraled chaotically, devouring any fragment of reality that dared linger within their grasp.

Amid this cosmic graveyard, lightning storms raged with abandon.

Vast discharges of untamed energy leaped from one fragment to another, illuminating the void with flashes of apocalyptic brilliance.

The very fabric of space trembled under the force of ancient clashes, a testament to battles fought on a scale beyond mortal comprehension.

Within this endless expanse of devastation, two figures stood alone, their mere presence warping the cosmos.

On one side stood Collins, the Lightning God, a being of raw, unrestrained thunderous might.

His form pulsed with radiant, golden lightning, each arc dancing across his body like rivers of celestial fire.

His eyes shone with the intensity of a dying star, and every breath he exhaled resonated with the fury of the storm itself.

He was a living embodiment of lightning, a force of nature given will.

Opposite him loomed Veyros, the Abyssal Sovereign, a figure cloaked in eternal darkness.

His very presence devoured surrounding light, leaving only shifting shadows in his wake.

Veyros was an enigma, a vortex of unfathomable power, his form indistinct and ever-changing, exuding an energy that defied the very laws of existence.

Wherever he moved, reality twisted and contorted, as if it bowed before the overwhelming force of the abyss.

There was no need for words between these titans.

No exchange of philosophies, no battle cries or declarations of intent; only the raw, unyielding expression of conflict.

This was a duel of cosmic forces, a battle fought in silence, where every clash of power reshaped the galaxy.

Then, in a burst of blinding brilliance, Collins surged forward.

He vanished from sight in a flash of incandescent energy, bending the void itself to his will.

In an instant, he reappeared above Veyros, his form surrounded by a corona of destructive radiance.

With a force that belied the calm of his demeanor, Collins struck.

[Lightning Magic: Stellar Judgment]

The cosmos shuddered as a planet-sized bolt of lightning erupted from his outstretched fist.

The discharge, a furious torrent of energy, snaked through space like a living dragon.

Its incandescent brilliance split entire asteroids asunder, vaporizing them in a cascade of molten fragments.

The bolt carved a path through reality, its destructive force sending shockwaves that radiated outward, consuming all in their wake.

Veyros did not flinch.

Instead, he met the onslaught with cold, calculating precision.

As the bolt neared, he extended a hand and allowed the abyssal energies to converge upon it.

[Abyssal Magic: Void Collapse]

Reality itself trembled as a singularity formed in Veyros’s palm.

The roaring lightning bolt bent and twisted, succumbing to the pull of an inescapable black void.

It was as if the power that could raze entire worlds was being sucked into an endless chasm of nothingness, a testament to the unfathomable depths of Veyros’s dominion.

Yet the battle was far from over.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Veyros channeled the raw power of his dark domain outward.

[Abyssal Magic: Devouring Maelstrom]

From his outstretched hand, a surge of absolute nothingness erupted like a tidal wave, a gravitational force that expanded relentlessly through the void.

Celestial bodies—planets, debris, even stray particles of light, were drawn into this void, collapsing in a maelstrom of destruction.

The very air of the cosmos seemed to vanish under its inexorable pull.

Collins, his spirit undeterred, countered with the ferocity of the heavens.

[Lightning Magic: Celestial Overdrive]

Bolts of lightning detonated from his body, exploding outward in a supernova of golden brilliance.

His entire being became a living storm, a tempest that roared against the abyss.

The clash of energies sparked an explosion so vast that it rent open the fabric of space, scattering shards of radiant energy into the darkness.

Nearby nebulae trembled and flared, caught in the crossfire of their elemental duel.

Neither warrior yielded as they surged forward, their every move reshaping the battlefield.

Collins lifted both arms, his aura swelling into a tempest of incandescent fury.

Lightning arcs, stretching across the remnants of entire solar systems, danced at his command, their luminous tendrils twisting in intricate patterns that bent the laws of magnetism.

Then, with an explosive cry, Collins unleashed his might.

[Lightning Magic: Omega Thunderclasm]

A torrent of divine lightning cascaded across the battlefield, its sheer intensity reminiscent of the death throes of stars.

The storm expanded relentlessly, devouring everything in its path, consuming asteroids, fragments of celestial bodies, and even the tenuous remnants of cosmic dust.

This was no mere spell; it was the embodiment of divine wrath, an overwhelming force that obliterated creation in its wake.

Veyros, with the cold inevitability of the void, countered with equal ferocity.

[Abyssal Magic: Black Expanse]

From within his endless depths, a vast ocean of darkness surged forth, swallowing space itself.

Every particle, every speck of light, was caught in its insatiable pull.

Entire solar systems were eradicated in moments, their atoms disintegrating into the oblivion that Veyros commanded.

As the darkness spread, it left nothing but a barren expanse where the brilliance of creation had once thrived.

Their powers clashed with such intensity that the very nature of reality began to unravel.

A massive rift tore through space, a chaotic fracture where the fundamental laws of the galaxy broke down.

Stars imploded, gravity contorted into monstrous shapes, and dimensions intermingled in a chaotic dance of creation and destruction.

Undeterred by the crumbling of reality, both warriors escalated their assault.

The battlefield, already a maelstrom of shattered worlds and fractured time, now pulsed with the combined fury of divine lightning and abyssal darkness.

In an instant that defied the very fabric of time, Collins vanished once more, his form a blur of radiant energy, only to reappear at the most unexpected angle.

Veyros, anticipating every maneuver, met him head-on.

They clashed in a display of pure speed and unyielding power, their movements bending light and shattering the confines of causality.

Each strike was monumental, capable of shattering moons and reducing them to cosmic dust, each maneuver a testament to their boundless might.

Then, with a defiant cry that echoed through the void, Collins summoned his ultimate spell.

[Lightning Magic: Supreme Storm Annihilation]

A storm erupted on a scale that defied comprehension, a tempest as vast as a galaxy, its fury unmatched by any force in existence.

Lightning, infused with the very essence of destruction, radiated outward in an infinite cascade.

The storm was a maelstrom of incandescent energy, a relentless surge that obliterated everything in its path.

It carved through space with surgical precision, consuming all matter and energy, leaving a trail of desolation in its wake.

Veyros countered, summoning the abyss to its fullest extent.

[Abyssal Magic: Oblivion Manifest]

From the depths of his being, a wound in reality opened, a true void from which nothing could escape.

The darkness radiated like a black star, its gravitational pull absolute and merciless.

As it collided with the storm of lightning, the resulting explosion shattered space and time.

The collision was cataclysmic; entire space quivered on the brink of nonexistence, and the remnants of once-steadfast reality were torn apart in the ensuing chaos.

The very battlefield, a stage of cosmic annihilation, trembled under the duel of these colossal forces.

Planets shattered into fragments, stars imploded into singularities, and the fabric of space was rent asunder.

The galaxy itself seemed to cry out in agony as the forces of creation and oblivion engaged in a battle that transcended time, space, and logic.

For a long, agonizing moment, silence fell over the void, a stillness born of utter devastation.

Amid the ruins of what had once been vibrant galaxies, the scars of their titanic struggle were etched into every fragment of shattered reality.

Yet, in the heart of this desolation, both warriors still stood, their forms marked by the infinite toll of their eternal conflict.

Neither victor nor vanquished, they were bound by a fate that transcended the simple dichotomy of win or lose.

Their battle was an endless cycle, a testament to the cosmic balance between light and darkness, creation and oblivion.

Every clash of their powers left an indelible mark on the galaxy, a ripple that would echo through the corridors of time long after the battle had passed.

But the war was far from over.

The void continued to convulse under the immense pressure of their combat.

With a sudden surge of renewed determination, Collins and Veyros launched themselves at one another once more, their energies colliding in a dazzling array of sparks and shadows.

The battlefield became an arena of pure elemental fury, where every strike, every burst of power, resonated with the echoes of countless cosmic cataclysms.

Collins, his eyes alight with the brilliance of a thousand suns, summoned forth another cascade of lightning.

His every movement was a symphony of raw, unbridled energy, arcs of golden fire spiraled outward, shattering remnants of reality in their wake.

The impact of his assault was monumental, each bolt a testament to the inexhaustible force of the heavens.

They streaked across the void, cutting through the darkness with an intensity that made the very stars seem to weep in awe.

Veyros, in his infinite depth, countered with an equally devastating display.

His form twisted and convulsed as he channeled the primal power of the abyss.

With measured gestures, he unleashed torrents of dark energy that cascaded like waterfalls of shadow, their corrosive power dissolving matter and energy alike.

The void around him expanded, devouring every trace of light that dared to challenge its dominion.

Each surge of his power left behind an emptiness that threatened to swallow the remnants of existence.

As the duel raged on, the very cosmos became a canvas upon which their titanic conflict was painted.

Shockwaves of pure force rippled outward, distorting space and time.

Celestial bodies that had once been beacons of light were reduced to splinters of cosmic dust, their echoes lost in the vast, echoing silence of the void.

In the wake of their battle, the remnants of entire solar systems floated like broken dreams, scattered remnants of the galaxy caught in the grip of eternal strife.

Every maneuver, every burst of power was a testament to the boundless might of these two entities.

The collision of their energies created rifts in reality, fissures that spread like wounds across the cosmos.

Stars flared and collapsed in their wake, and gravity itself seemed to falter as the two forces fought for dominion over the very fabric of existence.

In one final, desperate exchange, Collins gathered the totality of his celestial might.

His voice, a clarion call echoing through the infinite expanse, heralded the coming of a cataclysmic surge.

With arms raised high, he summoned an intricate lattice of lightning, a network of pure, incandescent fury that spanned the expanse of the battlefield.

Each bolt, precise and unyielding, raced toward Veyros like the very hand of destiny, intent on carving a new order from the chaos.

Veyros, ever the embodiment of the abyss, met this surge head-on.

He twisted the darkness around him into a vortex of unassailable power, a swirling mass of void that sought to snuff out the brilliance of Collins’s assault.

In a collision of unfathomable energies, lightning and darkness intermingled in a dazzling, catastrophic conflagration.

The impact sent ripples of destruction through the fabric of reality, shattering space and erasing the boundaries between past, present, and future.

As the conflagration reached its zenith, the battlefield was bathed in an unearthly glow, a momentary, transcendent flash where time itself seemed to pause in reverence to the titanic struggle unfolding before it.

In that incandescent instant, the forces of light and dark fused together in a dance of creation and obliteration, a cosmic ballet that defied the very laws of physics.

The cosmos trembled beneath the weight of their power, bearing silent witness to the eternal duel between two beings whose destinies were irrevocably intertwined with the fate of all that existed.

When the brilliant maelstrom finally subsided, the scars of the conflict remained etched upon the shattered remnants of reality.

Collins and Veyros, though battered and marked by the endless tide of battle, stood resolute amid the ruins of what once was a galaxy teeming with life and wonder.

Their forms, aglow with the residual energy of their titanic powers, radiated an aura of immutable determination, a silent promise that the war would rage on as long as the cosmos endured.

Thus, in the desolation of a battlefield carved by cataclysm and chaos, the eternal struggle between the Lightning God and the Abyssal Sovereign continued unabated.

Their battle, an endless cycle of creation and destruction, had transcended the simple confines of victory or defeat.

It was a saga written in the language of thunder and void, a testament to the unyielding nature of power and the inevitable convergence of light and darkness.

For as long as the universe stretched across the endless void, as long as stars burned and planets turned, the duel would persist.

Each flash of lightning, every ripple of darkness, bore witness to the unending war between two forces that defied comprehension.

A battle that reshaped the cosmos with every breath, every clash, every moment suspended in the eternal dance of conflict.