The explosion of their final attacks sent a towering shockwave out in all directions, a violent storm of energy that consumed what little remained of the kingdom. The once-great Monster Kingdom, with its grand palaces, bustling markets, and proud fortresses, was gone. In its place was a massive crater, an enormous scar on the landscape that stretched for miles. The land was blackened, the remnants of the kingdom buried beneath layers of ice, ash, and molten rock. The air hung heavy with dust and smoke, so thick it blocked out what remained of the sky's twisted sun and moon.

For what felt like an eternity, silence followed the chaos. The world seemed to hold its breath as the last remnants of the battle's shockwaves echoed into the distance. Dust and smoke swirled in the air, obscuring everything, as if the planet itself was mourning the loss of the Monster Kingdom.

And then, slowly, as the dust began to settle and the smoke thinned, two figures became visible, hovering in the air over the center of the devastation. Lucy and Kergezkat, their bodies battered and broken, floated within the massive crater where the Monster Kingdom once stood. The land around them was unrecognizable—a barren, desolate expanse of destruction, ice, and shadow.

The once-proud kingdom had been obliterated, consumed by their clash. The silence that followed was deafening, a stark contrast to the deafening roars and explosions that had filled the air moments before. The world below was still, frozen in the aftermath of their titanic battle, a grim testament to the power and devastation of the two beings who now stood as its sole witnesses.

The battlefield, now a graveyard of shattered stone and frozen fire, was all that remained of the Monster Kingdom, the final resting place of an empire destroyed by the will of gods.

"WHY DO YOU RESIST!? YOU WILL BE SPARED IF YOU GIVE UP THIS FOOLISH BEHAVIOR!" The angel shouted, bleeding from numerous injuries across his body.

The aftermath of Lucy and Kergezkat's titanic clash left both beings teetering on the edge of death, their bodies marred by an unrelenting barrage of injuries. These wounds, deep and unforgiving, pushed their formidable regenerative abilities to their absolute limits, trapping them in a vicious cycle of healing and destruction. Every breath was a battle, every movement a testament to their unyielding will.

Lucy's once majestic form, encased in dark, shimmering ice, was now shattered and broken. Her skin, normally tough and resilient, was torn in places, revealing raw, frostbitten flesh beneath. Blood, thick and frozen in places, trickled down her body, pooling beneath her feet only to freeze into jagged, crimson crystals. Her wings, mighty and draconic, had been battered and torn by the relentless attacks. One wing drooped at an awkward angle, the bones within shattered, while the other was shredded, with tattered membranes flapping weakly in the wind. The icy armor that had once shielded her had been obliterated, shards of it lodged deep in her flesh, causing her veins to darken and pulse with the cursed energy of her own attack.

Her face bore the brunt of Kergezkat's celestial and infernal fury. Deep gashes cut across her cheeks and forehead, and one of her glowing eyes was nearly swollen shut. Golden blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, the unmistakable sign that even her internal organs had been ruptured by the force of the battle. The intense heat of Kergezkat's light had seared her skin, leaving dark scorch marks that spidered out like veins of molten lava, while his shadows had penetrated deep into her body, making every movement feel like a thousand knives cutting from within.

Yet, as devastating as the injuries were, Lucy's regeneration fought desperately to keep her alive. Flesh knitted together, wings mended only to be torn apart again with the strain of battle. Her cracked bones fused, but before she could recover, another wave of pain surged through her, ripping apart the newly healed areas. Her body was locked in a brutal dance between life and death, constantly healing, only to fall apart once again.

Kergezkat fared no better. His dual-colored eyes, once so vibrant and full of celestial and infernal fire, now flickered with exhaustion. Golden blood streamed from his nose and mouth, a clear sign that the immense power he had drawn from the sun and moon had overtaxed even his divine body. His once pristine wings were a grotesque sight. The white wing, once angelic and pure, had been ravaged by Lucy's frost, the feathers brittle and shattered, while the dark wing was torn and dripping with dark ichor, its once sleek surface marred by deep cuts and jagged tears. Each beat of his wings sent tremors of pain through him, the damage so severe that his wings would tear further with every movement, only for his regeneration to painstakingly try to heal them before they tore again.

His body was littered with burns, cuts, and bruises, each one a reminder of Lucy's wrath. His skin, pale and divine, had been scorched by the frozen energy that had surged through the battlefield. His chest bore a deep wound, the result of Lucy's sword, where her ice had pierced through his divine armor, leaving a gaping hole that pulsed with darkness and light. His own internal organs had suffered the same fate as Lucy's—torn apart by the clash of powers that had exploded within him. The golden blood that stained his lips was a constant flow, trickling down his chin and onto his chest, only to be wiped away as his body tried in vain to heal the damage.

And like Lucy, Kergezkat's regenerative abilities fought with everything they had to keep him alive. His divine flesh would slowly heal, sealing wounds and mending bones, but the strain of battle continuously ripped them apart again. His chest wound would close, only for it to reopen with a single beat of his wings. His muscles, strained and torn from the sheer force of his attacks, would tighten and snap, his regeneration healing the tears just as quickly as they formed. Every breath he took rattled through his chest, a sign of the damage that refused to fully mend.

The cycle was brutal, an endless loop of pain and partial recovery. They healed just enough to keep fighting, only to have their injuries worsen with every passing moment. Their bodies were not given the luxury of full recovery; instead, they remained in a fragile state, teetering on the brink of collapse.

As the smoke and dust cleared, revealing the massive crater beneath them, both Lucy and Kergezkat hovered in the air, their bodies wrecked beyond recognition yet held together by sheer will and the persistent work of their regenerative powers. The golden blood that leaked from their mouths and eyes was a testament to how close they had come to death, their bodies pushed far beyond their limits.

Their regeneration, powerful though it was, could only heal so much, so quickly. They were locked in this vicious cycle of healing and destruction, with each heartbeat pulling them back from the brink of death, only to thrust them back into the agony of their wounds. It was only by some cruel mercy of their unyielding will that they had reached a functional state, their bodies barely able to stand but refusing to fall.

Even in this shattered, weakened state, the fire in their eyes burned on. Though their bodies were broken, their spirits remained unbowed, knowing that the next moment could very well be their last, yet neither willing to surrender. They were beings of power, locked in a battle that had transcended mere strength, now a fight for survival itself.

"Do you…" Lucy bent over, coughing up a mouthful of blood. "Do you even know the world your god wants to create?!"

"YES! A PERFECT WORLD! A WORLD FIT FOR HIS VISION!"

"YOU HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE WHAT THAT WORLD IS! DO YOU KNOW THE NUMEROUS OUTCOMES CREATING A PERFECT WORLD COULD CREATE!? HE COULD SECRETLY BE SOME EVIL BEING WHO WANTS TO DESTROY ALL!"

"THOSE NUMEROUS OUTCOMES ALSO HAVE HEAPS OF GOOD OUTCOMES! WE BOTH BELIEVE IN DIFFERENT THINGS, BUT WHAT DO YOU KNOW!? YOU'VE NEVER TALKED TO THEM! YOU'VE NEVER TALKED FELT THEIR PRESENCE! YOU'VE NEVER SEEN THEM!"

"AND YET YOU STILL DON'T KNOW THE PERFECT WORLD THEY WANT TO CREATE! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!? YOU'RE A GODDAMN PSYCHO!"

"FINE! I WILL BE A PSYCHO IF THAT IS WHAT IT TAKES FOR THEM TO DESCEND AND CREATE THEIR PERFECT WORLD! YOU KNOW WHAT!? FUCK IT! SO BE IT IF IT IS A HORRIBLE WORLD THAT LEADS TO THE DEMISE OF EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE. SO BE IT IF IT IS A PERFECT WORLD THAT LEADS TO THE PROSPERITY OF EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE! AS LONG AS THEY FULFILL THEIR GOAL! I AM FUCKING HAPPY!"

"NOTHING IS GOOD ABOUT THE UNKNOWN!"

"EVERYTHING IS GOOD ABOUT THE UNKNOWN! THE BLISS OF IGNORANCE IS WHAT FUELS ME! ALL I KNOW IS THAT THEY SAVED ME AND I'M WILLING TO DO WHATEVER IT FUCKING TAKES TO SEE THEIR VISION THROUGH!"

"We're not getting anywhere," Lucy muttered through gritted teeth.

"YOU WILL NOT STOP THEIR DESCENSION! EVERYTHING WILL KNEEL! EVERYTHING WILL BOW! THEY ARE OMNIPOTENT! OMNISCIENT! EVERYTHING LEADS BACK TO THEM WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!"

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