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Space in the path of the axe was easily cleaved through like a hot knife through butter. Their end? None other than Ryuk's remaining arm, as the Warrior's eyes flared with devilish grey light.
But then, Ryuk clenched his teeth as a hint of madness flashed in his depths.
"GO AND DIE!" he screamed out in anger as his loosely hanging hand immediately rejoined itself.
He stretched his fingers out toward the approaching axe, forming the shape of a gun before he murmured:
"Activate Annunaki Oblivion."
The instant those words were mentioned, a low hum vibrated from Ryuk's finger, which twanged like a conductor drawing forth something ancient and wrong.
Space in front of his path rippled, and at the centre of its distortion, a tiny dot of darkness appeared—a tide of black, shimmering nanites pouring out from Ryuk's finger in a slow, unnatural, spiked form.
They were neither liquid nor solid but instead a living void that seemed for a second to consume all the lights that existed in the world. And just right then, the Warrior's axe cleaved down on that singular ball.
The surging powerwave ought to have easily slashed the dot into nothing and carved straight through the half of Ryuk, but both eyes flashed in shock as the axe instantly began disintegrating.
An ink of black began spreading forward from the point of collision, devouring the axe.
"What? What is this!?" the Warrior roared out in shock as he looked at his weapon being erased.
This was a weapon that had cleaved through all techniques—even from Eternity-stage experts like him—without any sort of resistance.
He had used it in more than a thousand battles, and never had a crack appeared. And yet, not only was his weapon being cracked apart—it was being erased, as if it had never existed in the first place!
When he turned to Ryuk for an answer, all he saw was Ryuk's back, fading away into the distance.
Ryuk had ran away.
[A/N: LMAO]
The Warrior's eyes flashed, but instead of retreating, he took a single step backward, releasing the ethereal axe that was swiftly swallowed into the void.
Then both his arms grabbed the hilt of the remaining axe, his full eyes turning completely crimson as his hair flared wildly.
Runic tattoos covered every inch of his body as the man's form flared with an unbelievable amount of barbaric energy that cracked the space around him. His arms bulged to their twisted extremes and then he roared outwards:
"Ultimate Barbarian Niagara Art!"
The roar was incredibly brutal, releasing shockwaves that clashed heavily into the void.
As the Warrior took a single step forward, the vibration of it alone made the world go silent, as if it was bracing itself.
Then the grip tightened, the muscles turning with the memory of barbaric power, and then...
"Heaven Fall Sundering!"
Contrary to the deafening, maddening roar, the axe came down in silence.
As the blade descended, a powerful crimson arc erupted from its edge.
Its trajectory from the blade's path sliced across reality.
And the moment it met the Annunaki Oblivion, the collision didn't explode.
They instead clashed differently.
Miniature threads, warring to digest suppressive fracturing, tried to consume the arc or erase it—but the arc wasn't something that could be devoured.
It wasn't matter, or energy, or even soul.
It was an absolute finality.
A force that wouldn't pale to it.
The space rippled, contorted, and cracked into nothing.
And for the first time, Ryuk watched the Singularity recoil backward, its edge split into nothingness by a force that refused to be devoured in its hunger.
In that one moment, the battlefield divided—one side swallowed by a crawling, easing silence, and the other burning with unrelenting, raw defiance—and then,
KAAABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The explosion finally came as Ryuk fell before the explosion reached him, slamming him into the wall where he was at.
"Activate Aegis of the Jade Dragon!" he roared out as his will gushed out along with his authority, forming the space into something harder than diamond.
Yet he watched as it cracked and cracked again.
Ryuk's eyes bled blood, his will blasting out in full power to resist the explosion that sought to swallow him.
And after three seconds of resisting, his defensive skill was broken through, and the force slammed into Ryuk, albeit much less in power, drowning him in the afterpulse.
Eventually, the explosion faded away, and then…
CRACCKK
From within the crack where Ryuk was, a pitch-black hand covered in burning ananites slowly gripped at the edge of the wall before pulling itself out as Ryuk's body fully emerged.
His entire body was pitch black, his flesh burnt to nothing, leaving just a few runes nanites around him, trying to patch away at the wounds.
His skull was out to see, his eyes hollow with flickering crimson and blue light.
Yet he took a step forward—one at a time—arriving at the eyes of the explosion.
And there, he found him.
The Warrior standing on a single knee, his hands supported by a stick which used to be his Mighty Golden Axe.
Alas, the first one had been devoured, and the second one had ended up shattered into nothing in the end.
Scars covered his body, his clothes had been burnt to nothing from the explosion, a few lines from his hair dangling on his now mostly bald head.
But yet, Ryuk watched as he slowly raised up his head, half his face burnt off from the explosion, his jaw nowhere to be found—leaving only blood that burned into steam as it constantly dripped down—and one of his eyes had been lost.
It was clear to Ryuk.
This was a Man at his Last Leg.
"He... he... he..." The bizarre laugh came once more—but this time, hollower, yet the excitement in them was hard to conceal.
"One final battle. Good enough to give my axes one last commemoration." The man muttered as his gaze lowered to look at the stick in his hands which soon faded into nothing but ashes.
"Goodbye, Goriano, Horiano" he muttered to the ashes, mourning in silence for a long while before he finally turned to Ryuk and grinned.
"Now come on. Fulfill your promise. End my misery."