The stars in this desolate domain extinguished into oblivion itself, the sea of darkness below turned even blacker, the darkness held within it's depths escaping into the world above,
The dark clouds seemed to spew out black lightning, but in this lightless world, they were near invisible, only the sound of devastating thunder proved their existence, The world, already dark, seemed to be even darker now, filled with darkness more sinister, and an excruciating cold. The shadow's populating this world danced, and bowed down to the skies...where he came from, splitting the clouds of black lightning apart.
A dragon, wrought not of flesh but of pure darkness, an obsidian maw parted the world, taking it into it's abyssal depths. The dragon's body, pure darkness, revealed itself more and
Each and every sinuous movement of the ethereal serpent dancing among the clouds sent a shiver down Alan's spine, and caused ripples to appear in the world altogether. It's eyes, twin orbs of the night itself, starless and lusterless, seemed to hold ancient wisdom...along with unbridled rage. The dragon himself was similar to Alan's Frost dragon form.
Or rather... Aranus's dragon form. Alan thought he was perhaps looking at Aranus himself...but no, Although that dragon looked similar, it was not. That dragon was something else entirely.
Just looking at the dragon bled his eyes... He closed them out of fear of being absorbed into the darkness that composed it's body, before he heard another roar. A roar he was familiar with all too well.
The pure, true darkness surrounding this world seemed to be scared, and was driven back, before Valus commanded it and calmed it down, wielding it like his weapon. A portal of black appeared, ginormous in size, and a dragon he was all too familiar with stepped out.
The appearance of that dragon finally made it possible for him to see once more, this time even more clearly without the help of [Dragon Eyes].
"So that's...the Supreme of Darkness, Valus..."
Suddenly, Alan stepped back, and fell on his butt, his face struck with terror. 'Shit...'
He forgot that the stronger beings of this world could sense when a gaze was directed on them...and know who spoke their name, where and when.
Thankfully, Valus seemed to be too occupied with Aranus, who had spared no effort and launched into a massive frenzy, attacking Valus. Pure rage and sorrow, deeper than even Valus was what Aranus wielded as his weapon.
The sea beneath him surged forth, becoming spears, swords, axes, golems, arrows, glaives, spikes, and many more the size of mountains, all that which were launched at Aranus, the darkness of this world seemed to hold the same hatred for him as it's master. Who had commanded it to be an armor around his already, abyssal body.
Alan was surprised, seeing no more dragons come to fight. Was Valus...going to duke it out with Aranus alone.
Only one word filled his mind.
But what did they care? What did the two beings of amazing power in the skies care of an ant watching their struggle? What did they care for its wellbeing, it's feelings?
Their battle sent shockwaves devastating enough to injure Alan, even though he was so, so far away. Only their vague silhouettes could be seen in the clouds above. Alan hurriedly went back inside the church, avoiding their fight.
The shockwaves may not be that harmful right now, but he knew that if they moved even a little closer to him, his body would explode into a gory mess.
And he was right, the church he was in was disintegrated in a mere second, and his body was flung away. His bone's broken and his muscles torn. His powers of the Phoenix failed to work, powerless against an onslaught of this level. It could do nothing.
Nevertheless, although Alan was robbed of the ability to walk or run, he could still crawl.
He crawled away, unable to use mana because...of the clash of the two titans in the sky above. The mana of this world, did not listen to him at all, working to aid their master, Valus instead against the being that was the end of the universe himself...and the mana inside his body was too scared to even attempt something, for fear of the Supreme's retaliation.
The building's around him evaporated, as lakes of blood fell from the sky, a rain of a gigantic proportion. Black darkness, and red blood, that is what fell, and wrecked havoc.
The sea of darkness below, agitated, moved quicker than ever, throwing Alan around. It gave rise to Tsunamis that carried him away, ones of such power that although they crushed every bone in his body, and rendered his muscles immobile. But...there was some benefit to it. These waves were like a concrete wall that slammed into him and sent him flying far away from the battles.
Alan endured it with gritted teeth, and thought to himself.
'It'll be over soon.'
No matter how strong Valus was, Aranus would still win, and when he did, this Nightmare would be over. If this nightmare was the same as the other ones.
Finally, he was so far, far away from the clash of the titans... although the journey here wasn't even worth one star, he had made it far away.
"Need to get moving again..."
This was a fight that would encompass this entire world, and he had to survive the aftermath of their blows. Although he was far away right now, he knew he only had a limited time to
There was only a raging sea below him, one which he could stand on. Alan saw ruins further ahead, and crawled over to them with all his might, hoping to survive until Aranus won.
He could hear their roars, he could hear the wounds being inflicted, he could hear magic of unimaginable power being used like mundane magic, and he could hear the death throes of
Curious, he looked back, at the figures of the two titans duking it out with one another, focused only killing the other, and his heart reeled back in shock.
When...had he ever seen Aranus so heavily wounded?