Location: The Inner Ring of Hell
A place of agony carved into the bones of reality—rivers of fire slither like serpents through blackened rock, and screams echo from unseen mouths. The sky is ash. The ground is lava. And the stage is set for a divine war.
🎥 [CAMERA DESCENDS from a storm of smoke and flame, revealing two lone figures standing across from one another atop a jagged obsidian plateau.]
On one end stands Zevver, shirt torn, frame lean—twink-coded, but don’t let that fool you. His arm ripples, skin folding inward, reshaping into a serrated blade of calcified bone. His eyes glint—not with fear, but with the cold precision of someone who knows exactly how to tear you apart at the cellular level. One breath, and he’s ready.
On the other end, surrounded by light so blinding it makes Hell itself look dim—Traveler. Silver hair whips in the infernal wind. His divine sword, etched with unknowable runes, hums like a hymn lost to time. Power radiates from him with casual grace. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to.
FIGHT.
Zevver teleports without a sound—reappearing behind Traveler in a flash of steam and slicing with a gleaming bone scythe. But before the blade lands…
Traveler’s form blinks—gone. He appears above Zevver in a burst of light, divine sword descending like a wrathful comet. Zevver rolls, the rock beneath him exploding into molten shrapnel. He responds by liquefying his own leg into a whip of tendons, lashing out and dragging Traveler down. The moment Traveler hits the ground, Zevver’s other arm splits into three spiked limbs—he strikes, fast as breath. But a divine shield flares—Traveler blocks each strike with the grace of a choirboy turned war god. Then… he speaks.
“You fight like you’ve never faced a god before.”
Zevver grins, blood trickling from his lip.
“Never needed to.”
The heat of Hell intensifies. Lava bursts from cracks beneath them. They both teleport—again and again, the battlefield becoming a blur of motion and light and bone and blade. They meet midair in a clash so powerful, the shockwave splits a mountain in half. Traveler goes all in—his blade now glowing with sacred fire. He pierces through Zevver’s chest. Zevver gasps—then smirks—and his body liquefies around the blade, reforming behind Traveler. He stabs his entire arm through the demigod’s back.
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