In an instant, a ring of dazzling, multicolored light rippled out from Stark. Though it lacked the majestic brilliance of ascending into a Demon God, it was just as mysterious and resplendent. Under the restoration of magical energy, his damaged armor became flawless once more.
The golden-red armor became even more vivid. The golden sections were overlaid with an enigmatic red glow, and the halo behind him spread open. A shield formed from magical energy refracted rainbow-colored light around him, adding a touch of eerie beauty to the armor's rugged mechanical aesthetic.
At the same time, the moonlight behind Schiller grew brighter. A full moon rose behind him, and Khonshu's phantom silhouette flickered faintly.
The golden and silver figures shone brilliantly across the sun swallowed by the eclipse. When the two collided, their lights merged like a second sun rising in the night.
With a magical shield, Stark shifted to the offensive. Close-quarters combat was no longer his weakness. On the contrary, as Jarvis gathered more data and analyzed Schiller's movements, Stark began closing in on him, using the magical light clinging to his palms to block his attacks.
Schiller refused to be outdone. Earlier, he had deliberately held back most of his fighting techniques to guard against Jarvis's analysis. But now, the scattered blades in his hands flashed like blooming flowers. Attacks came from all kinds of bizarre angles, sealing off Stark's paths of movement as sharper blade light struck at fatal weak points.
With the battle raging through the sky, Steve could not even find an opening to intervene. Before long, Spider-Man swung over from the horizon, still looking utterly confused as he asked, "Captain, what happened? Why are those two fighting again?"
"Negotiations between Stark and Schiller broke down." Steve used that single sentence to summarize what