[Bonus chapter] Worthy of Tsukuyomi

Chronos had become an enigma, a warrior dancing through folds of space, each movement a mystery until it landed with devastating precision.

The sounds of clashing power echoed as Chronos moved with unnatural fluidity, his limbs disappearing and reappearing, mastering the teleportation technique to a point where it became a whirlwind of strikes, breaking the continuous loops in spectacular and graphic fashion, delivering blows that were ruthless, efficient, devoid of any wasted movement.

*BOOOOOOMMM!!!*

Another Dragonic swipe connected.

Amaterasu skidded back, his features hardening as he wiped the trickle of blood from his lip, his voice gruff yet carrying a thread of pride, 

"Good... but not good enough!"

Amaterasu grunted, shocked but undeterred as he countered, a fast-paced dance of fiery might and fluid grace unveiling before the heavens.