Beyond Limits - The Phantom's Gambit

The Colosseum of Sky pulsed with lethal energy, its architecture groaning under the strain of the cosmic battle it contained.

Where once stood a meticulously crafted replica of ancient Greece, now lay a wasteland of shattered marble, scorched earth, and crackling divine energy.

At the center of this devastation, two figures faced each other, their forms obscured by swirling dust and residual lightning.

As the debris settled, the crowd leaned forward in anticipation, many gasping at the state of the combatants.

Hercules, the mighty son of Zeus, no longer looked the pristine image of divine perfection.

His bronze skin was marred with scorch marks, his usually immaculate hair wild and singed.

The Nemean Lion's pelt hung in tatters from his broad shoulders.

Yet, his eyes blazed with an intensity that spoke of power barely contained.

Across from him, the Phantom stood, his form flickering like a candle in a storm.