Battle in the immortal realm

"Tareth!" Sael , the God of War, growled through gritted teeth, his hand tightening around the hilt of his sword. He was poised to strike, ready to unsheathe his blade and charge towards the demon king.

Sael's, the god of war. His silver armor shone like the sun, its polished surface reflecting the faint light of the settling stars. His white hair, stained with blood and cropped short, practical for battle, was whipped back and forth by the wind, like a flurry of steel blades.

Tareth's black cloak bellowed behind him like a dark cloud; it's tattered edges fluttering like the wings of a raven. His long black hair stained with blood streamed behind him like a river of fire as he moved with fluid, predatory grace.

They both floated on the air in the immortal realm, near the pool of reincarnation.

Tareth, the demon king, flashed a wicked grin, his eyes gleaming with malevolent intent. He raised his hand, and the blood of the dead immortals around him began to stir. The crimson liquid coalesced into swirling tendrils that danced around him like living serpents.

"Ah, Sael, Tarath said, his voice dripping with malice. I've been expecting you."

"I told you that I will take over the immortal realm." The demon king declared, his voice laced with malevolence.

"After I'm done with you, it will be easier to break the gates of the heavenly palace, and I will sit on that golden seat after killing your emperor.

All the realms will be controlled by the demons! he yelled enthusiastically.

Sael grated his bloody teeth. In your bloody dreams, tareth! he snarled as he unsheathed his sword with a fierce cry.

"Dragon full formation!"Sael thundered as he charged towards the demon lord with unbridled fury, his only purpose being to kill the demon lord, Tareth.

As he charged, a magnificient white dragon spirit materialized behind him, its wings ablaze with fiery energy. The dragon's roar shook the skies.

"Possess!",he yelled.

The dragon spirit unleashed a deafening cacophony.

And then it's fiery form engulfed sael.The dragon spirit and sael merged, becoming one.

Now a being of unbridled fury and power, he charged towards Tarath, driven by an unrelenting determination to vanquish the demon king and shatter his dark ambitions.

"It's this how you want to play,sael?,tareth sneered,his eyes blazing with fury."You are not the only one that wields a dragon power!.

Dragon full transformation!,blood to fire!" tareth yelled.

With a wave of his hand,Tareth transformed the blood he controlled into raging flames. Then a magnificent dragon's body was a fiery red, and its form, a serpentine, materialized behind him.

Unlike Sael's dragon, this one was without wings, but that didn't make it less intimidating.

"Possess! Tareth yelled,his arms outstretched as he surrounded the inferno.

It engulfed him.He was inside the dragon spirit, and his and the dragon energy were merged in a blaze of fire and fury.

Tarath's eyes burned with fierce intensity, and his very presence seemed to radiate heat and destruction.

The stage was set for a clash as both Sael and Tarath, both now wielding dragon powers, faced off in a battle that would shake the very foundation of the immortal realm.

They charged at each other, essence, swords, and fire clashing, capable of blinding mortals eyes.

The battle between Tarath, the demon king, and Sael, the god of war, raged across the sky of the immortal realm, their figures silhouetted against the deep burning crimson of the heavens. The air was a swirling vortex of clouds and wind with no visible ground or horizon to anchor them.

Thunder boomed and cracked around them, the sound waves rippling through the air like shockwaves. Lightening flashed, casting eerie, flickering glows across the clouds. The wind howled and whipped through the skies.

Their feet floated, unsupported, as they clashed mid-air, their movements a blur of speed and power.

The pool of reincarnation hung suspended in the distance, a glowing ethereal orb that pulsed with the energy of countless souls. The pool's surface rippled and churned, as if the souls within were stirring, sensing the turmoil that threatened the immortal realm.

The skies themselves seemed to be torn apart from battle; the fabric of reality stretched to the breaking point. The combatants powers were so great that they warped the very essence of the realm, creating pockets of distorted spacetime that swirled around like miniature pools.

As Sael clashed with Tarath, his gaze fell upon the pool of reincarnation. A strategic thought crossed his mind: "I can push Tarath into the pool; it might be a temporary solution.

He will forget his memories, and it will be easy to take him down. Then destroy Tarath's body, soul, and spirit.

And that will be the end. He smiled to himself.

A sly smile spread across Sael's face as he deliberately steered the battle towards the pool of reincarnation.

As they hovered above its surface, Sael gathered all his remaining energy for a decisive blow. He knew that summoning all his power would risk annihilating his own spirit, causing him to dissipate, but he was willing to take the risk.

He summoned all, and summoning all could destroy his spirit and he would dissipate, but he still did it.

With a might swing of his sword, Sael unleashed a devastating blast of energy towards Tarath.

The force was so great that Tarath stumbled backward, teetering at the edge of the pool. Saelseized the opportunity, striking Tarath with a final crushing blow.

Tarath blocked the attack, but the God of War blow still struck with incredible force, sending him tumbling into the pool of reincarnation.

As he fell, Tarath let out a defeating yell, consumed by the swirling waters.

Sael, exhausted from his final effort, fainted in mid-air following Tarath into the pool of reincarnation.

Their souls swirled in the pool with other souls, swirling in the waters like leaves in the autumn breeze.

In the chamber of fates within the heavenly palace, two new books materialized, awaiting the stories of Sales and Tarath's next lives. Then their fates began to write themselves on the pages, detailing their name, behind, and their end in the mortal world.

The immortal in charge of the chamber of fates saw that two books looked special.He was intrigued by the appearance of the two books and flew up to look at and examine them.

However, the moment he touched one of the books, a blast of energy erupted from the book and bashed the immortal, sending him flying across the room. He landed hard on the ground from the impact, stunned by the unexpected power.

The two books lay open, their pages fluttering as if beckoning the immortal to rise and continue reading.

The air was thick with anticipation, hinting that the next chapters in the Sael's and Tarath's lives would be unlike any that had come before.