"The Light"!
Indescribable, indefinable "light," as though it contained every color yet seemed to have none at all, erupted from the point of collision!
What followed was an energy storm! A turbulent surge of rules! The collapse of spacetime!
At the center of the collision between the two powers, a terrifying Black Hole beyond description rapidly expanded, devouring everything in its path.
The river of stars dimmed, nebulae scattered, and massive stars were effortlessly torn apart.
The entire galaxy began collapsing across vast stretches beneath the aftershock of that clash, like a sandbox ravaged by a child.
Space was like a shattered mirror, each fragment reflecting a different horrifying scene of annihilation.
The timeline twisted and snapped, with images of the past, present, and future chaotically intertwining.
The "reality" foundation that made up this virtual world violently shook, letting out a mournful groan under unbearable strain, as though it would completely collapse the next second and return to pure nothingness.
Tony and Loki stood at opposite ends of the storm of destruction. Their attacks had already been exhausted; the glow of the armor had dimmed, and the Eternal Spear had returned to its ordinary state.
Faced with the Black Hole they had personally created, one capable of burying the entire galaxy, neither made any move to defend or evade.
Across Tony's armor, the repair speed of the Active Metal was far slower than the speed of collapse, leaving it covered in dense cracks.
He quietly floated within the shattered Void. His faceplate had already been partially damaged in the previous impact, revealing half a face stained with energy dust yet still wearing a wild smile.
Through the flying fragments of space and frenzied torrents of energy, he looked toward Loki, whose figure was equally blurred on the other side.
Loki