The Fateful Confrontation

Chapter 34: The Fateful Confrontation

As the resounding clash between Ethan and Arc unfolded, the sheer magnitude of their power reverberated throughout the land. The devastating slash that cleaved the mountain in half served as a testament to the indomitable strength possessed by Ethan. Undeterred by the awe-inspiring display, he took to the skies, his figure bathed in a celestial aura, while the wind whispered in reverence to his might.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Ethan goaded Arc to unleash the full extent of his powers. The intensity of their confrontation grew, akin to a tempest brewing on the horizon. And so, Arc, driven by a maelstrom of emotions, unleashed a torrent of attacks, his sword cleaving through the very fabric of reality. The landscape trembled in terror as buildings crumbled and fissures marred the once serene earth.

Yet, amidst the chaos and destruction, Ethan stood resolute, his unwavering confidence radiating like a beacon of defiance. With each strike that Arc unleashed, Ethan effortlessly evaded, his movements fluid and precise. The dance between their powers became an intricate tapestry of motion, their clash echoing with thunderous force.

Recognizing that their battle threatened to unravel the very fabric of their surroundings, Arc, consumed by a mix of anger and desperation, invoked his teleportation abilities. In an instant, they found themselves on the moon, the celestial body casting an ethereal glow upon their clash. Moon dust swirled around them, bearing witness to the cataclysmic duel that raged on.

Breathing heavily, Arc gazed upon Ethan with a mixture of awe and disbelief. "What manner of being are you?" he questioned, his voice tinged with both fear and curiosity. Undeterred by the question, Ethan locked eyes with Arc, a determined fire burning within his gaze. "This world is but a stepping stone for me. I have transcended the confines of this realm," Ethan replied, his voice tinged with an otherworldly resonance.

The tension reached its zenith as Arc, determined to vanquish his enigmatic foe, donned his final form. A resplendent armor of ebony and amethyst encased his being, emanating an ominous aura that seemed to devour the very essence of light. The ground beneath their feet quaked as if acknowledging the sheer presence of this formidable transformation.

In a display of audacious arrogance, Arc declared, "Even the Demon King of this realm could not best me in this form." His voice echoed with an air of invincibility, bolstered by the immense power surging through his veins. However, Ethan could not help but let out a derisive laugh, his confidence unwavering. "The Demon King? How cliché. But very well, show me everything you have," he retorted, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.

With a flourish of his hand, Arc summoned a sword of pure darkness, devoid of any color or hue. It radiated a malevolence that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest onlookers. With a swift motion, he lunged at Ethan, his strikes aimed to cleave through his adversary's defenses and claim victory.

Yet, to Arc's dismay, Ethan gracefully evaded each attack with unparalleled dexterity. His movements were as fluid as water, his body seemingly in harmony with the very fabric of existence. As Ethan effortlessly dodged, the ground quivered beneath their feet, leaving trails of devastation in their wake.

Growing increasingly frustrated, Arc unleashed his trump card—multiple copies of himself.