At the heart of the starry battlefield, the duel concerning glory and ending was nearing its conclusion.
Khorne, once as immense as a mountain and the symbol of endless war and bloodshed, had now shrunk drastically.
The armor that had once been bathed in the blood of countless gods had grown dim and was covered in cracks.
Most of the fury, rage, and boundless killing intent that represented His essence had been absorbed by Doom Slayer. Only the most central, purest trace remained—the purest desire for battle itself, the obsession with a glorious end, and His final defense of courage.
That core essence was like a dying candle in the wind, yet it stubbornly kept Him from completely collapsing.
His eyes no longer burned with mad fury. Instead, they blazed with an almost devout focus on the final strike.
"Roar—!!!"
A roar that was no longer deafening, yet condensed all His remaining will and divine power, erupted from Khorne's chest.
He gripped the massive blood axe that had accompanied Him through countless ages of battle—its blade now riddled with cracks—and poured His final divine power, along with His unyielding battle glory, into it without reservation.
The blood axe erupted with an unprecedented, dazzling crimson radiance. The light was no longer evil; instead, it carried a sense of tragic grandeur and resolve.
This was His final dance, an ultimate elegy offered to war itself and to the worthy opponent before Him, powerful enough to inspire despair.
"For... glory!!!"
Khorne's body burst forth with its final speed, transforming into a crimson meteor that tore through the void. With an unstoppable, death-or-victory momentum, He cleaved down at Doom Slayer's head!
This strike transcended mere power. It was the ultimate concentration of will and conviction!
Yet it was ultimately futile. Doom Slayer did not