Chapter 858 One time thing

Ankhara tightened her grip on her staff, her knuckles turning white. She had faced Meskenet countless times before, but this battle felt different.

The stakes were higher, and the fate of the many realms seemed to hang in the balance.

Meskenet raised her sword, ready to strike, as the two ancient deities locked eyes, a clash of wills and powers on the horizon.

The air crackled with tension, and the gods and their allies held their breath, waiting for the inevitable clash between the forces of life and death.

"You will die for me, Ankhara!"

Meskenet hissed, her voice dripping with venom. Ankhara stood tall, her white robes billowing in the wind as she calmly responded,

"I will not let darkness consume the realms any longer. It ends here, Meskenet."

The two then charged at each other with a force that shook the very ground beneath them. Sparks flew as their powers collided, creating a dazzling display of light and darkness.