Will of chaos

This was an arena designed not for Ayden and me to fight; it was much more than that. It was an arena prepared to withstand the confrontation between Chaos and War.

“Are you sure about that?” (me)

“All problems can be entangled in conflict.” (Ayden)

“Warriors wage battles.” (Ayden)

“Armies wage wars.” (Ayden)

“Artists fight against themselves!” (Ayden)

“Governments compete with each other in many areas!” (Ayden)

“Even scholars possess the concept of a battle of ideas where they confront each other with their knowledge.” (Ayden)

“Confrontation opens paths that no one can perfectly predict, it creates Chaos, and then when order is restored, there is either the evolution of the previous state or the deterioration of everything that came before.” (Ayden)

“You’re suggesting a bet… are you betting on this battle?” (Me)

“War is betting…” (Ayden)

“My only desire is and always has been a fight against someone strong.” (Ayden)

“You are unpredictable, your power doesn’t fit into patterns I can foresee, your way of thinking is anomalous, your actions seem to follow no logic or emotion, pure impulsiveness and will.” (Ayden)

“In our previous battle, I was limited in my power, even so it was a fun battle and yet the frustration of not being able to unleash myself against my opponent didn’t leave my mind.” (Ayden)

“(Damn battle addict…)” (Me)

It was more than clear that he wanted to fight, needed to fight, his Aura exploded from his body like a storm sweeping everything away with pure will to fight.

“If that’s what you want… now…” (Me)

“Just you and me… in this battle!” (Me)

We both stopped suppressing our Auras; his presence was overwhelming, and his Aura was like a war fortress stained with the blood of countless battles.

Our Auras colliding wasn’t simple. In his Aura lies the Concept of War, or at least his interpretation of the Concept, while in mine reside the infinite transformations of Chaos.

It was as if a storm arose around us; a red mist enveloped Ayden’s side, while on my side, clouds of Starfire formed a second sky with paths of stars stretching to the horizon.

The difference between us was more than clear; his Aura was oppressive and heavy, while mine was constantly shifting. In the space between us, the space was distorted to the point where it seemed as if there was a transparent curtain between us.

“…” (me)

“…” (Ayden)

“[Let the final duel begin!]” (Merchant)

I exchange a glance with Ayden as we wait to hear the start of the battle, which doesn’t take long when Igor’s voice sounds, then we both move at the same time.

My wings open, giving me momentum as my legs launch me forward, my fist transforms into a Dragon’s frenzy before colliding with Ayden’s fist.

That punch was the beginning of a barrage that destroyed the curtain of energy that separated us, the red mist that engulfed his side came like a flood, and my clouds carrying starry paths flow like storms towards Ayden’s side.

The barrage of punches between us seemed synchronized, with each of my punches being matched by Ayden’s fist, each punch becoming stronger, faster, more precise, and soon with feints mixed in between.

We were testing each other’s limits, we knew it, and we grew to unleash our power with frightening synchronicity. It was clear that Ayden was deliberately trying to keep up with me.

Our strikes soon began to vary, not just punches. He was the first to try to kick my neck, which I countered with one of my wings, defending while concealing the movement of my tail, which almost pierced his head, but he dodged at the last moment.

Our fists clashed once more, but this time it wasn’t a test of strength anymore. His brute force alone surpassed mine, pushing me back as he dodged my tongue, which had transformed into a blade of crystallized blood.

This time we didn’t attack each other again, not immediately. The tension in the air was much greater, the weight palpable to the point where creatures dared to tremble on the ground, as if they would shatter simply from our standing there.

“I think that’s enough warm-up, isn’t it?” (me)

“From now on, I expect you to survive long enough to have some fun.” (Ayden)

Our two powers exploded simultaneously. No more holding back, no more games, no more schemes. I could feel in his aura the pure desire for combat, so that’s what I would give him.

“< Chaos Summoning: Blades of the Eclipse >” (me)

“< Blade of Massacre: Awakening >” (Ayden)

In my hands emerge a sword and a dagger, different from those of the past. The more I learn about my power, the more I realize it’s not about adding another layer of power to my weapons, but about removing an unnecessary layer of power.

The dagger and katana in my hands were now different, simple compared to previous models. The only difference was a fragmented silver moon mark on the dagger and a purple sun mark on the katana.

Both blades were single-edged, and I held them firmly. Contained within the blades was not a combination of my various powers as in the past; there was only Chaos, for from Chaos will be born infinite transformations. Chaos is the source of all my other powers.

Before me, Ayden’s fiery red hair sways as he draws his bastard sword, a sword scarred by countless battles, cut marks, claw marks, teeth marks, and blood everywhere. Its appearance tells a story of battle in every kind of mark, while the edge of its blade seems eternal.

Within me, the Concept of Chaos swirls as a whole as I advance against Ayden, who remains still. My sword cuts towards him as he stands waiting for my attack.

I moved first, but it was his sword that reached me before my blade could reach him. His sword was already in front of my face, and there was no way to avoid the collision, so I advanced further towards him, my jaws closing on the blade of his sword as my own blade descends towards his arm.

He counterattacks with a kick, and I plunge my dagger into his neck. Our exchanged blows yield results; his sword slips across my jaw, a wide grin spreading across my face as my dagger pierces his neck, from which green blood oozes.

But even wounded, neither of us retreats. Ayden’s will to fight explodes in his aura, and I throw caution to the wind, letting my instincts guide my actions.

My body transforms, growing to a height slightly shorter than his, scales sprouting all over my body, and my head becoming that of a dragon—my true form kept small so as not to widen the openings he could exploit.

“< Breath of Chaos >” (me)

“< 1st technique: End Cut >” (Ayden)

My Breathing attack was no longer like in the past; it wasn’t a liquid flame containing a starry sky, but a pure, raw energy attack similar to an extremely thin lightning bolt that cut through space, earth, and stars like a hot knife through butter.

Ayden also swung his sword in my direction, a strike he had used against me in the past, but which now seemed far superior in every aspect; its continuous power in the blade alone could massacre entire worlds.

Our attacks hit each other. Ayden could have dodged this attack, but he advanced against me fearlessly, withstood the impact, and continued advancing, resisting the blow while green blood flowed from his armor.

“< Art of the Blade of Chaos: 1st Form >” (me)

“< Life and Death >” (me)

“< Calamity of Swords >” (Ayden)

Our blades meet as he approaches, my dagger containing life and my sword containing death, two weapons and only one blade in an eternal cycle of transformation.

He swings his sword before lunging forward, his sword seeming to lead a sea of ​​swords behind him towards me.

The two blows collide, the pressure of the blow throws me backward and when I realize it, I am in the middle of a desert of dusty crystal, in the skies two planets are shattered and the river of stars is severed, a result of our blows.

My body may seem intact, but my soul is wounded, dozens of shallow cuts and a piercing wound that pierced my soul, the pain was bearable and yet the damage was too great, only my body had a few cuts.

Looking at Ayden in the distance, his body was more damaged than mine; one of his arms was hanging and a large amount of green blood was dripping, but all this physical damage was irrelevant to those at our level.

His Aura seemed to show a serious injury, and it didn’t seem like Guerra had made a move yet. Ayden also hadn’t used that field technique he used last time.

“(His attention is scattered… it seems like it’s time… whatever it is…”)” (me)

Ayden, who planned this entire confrontation, who came to this Duel full of the will to fight, and yet his focus was momentarily distracted. Others might not notice from the outside, mainly because of the helmet always on his head, but there was no way I couldn’t perceive it. As the target of his concentration until now, I could feel the momentary relief of his distraction.

It was clear that this was a warning, a warning for me, a warning that only I, as his opponent, would perceive. This only confirms everything I’ve noticed so far.