Amphoreus, " Abyss of Fate " Dawncloud Cliff
Just as he was about to break through the barrier of the light rain—
Aegle's two heads rose simultaneously, and the eyes of the golden sun and the silver moon met in mid-air. The next second, the entire sky darkened.
Solar eclipse. Lunar eclipse.
Two completely different celestial phenomena overlapped in the same sky at the same time.
The golden-red annulus of the solar eclipse and the silvery-white annulus of the lunar eclipse nested together, forming a huge ∞ symbol emitting an eerie rainbow glow, hanging high above the Abyss of Fate.
Khaslana's movements suddenly froze.
Under the massive infinity symbol, gravity increased a hundredfold, a thousandfold in an instant.
Even someone as strong as Khaslana felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, his bones creaking under the weight, and his body falling uncontrollably downwards.
Phew--!
Seizing the opportunity, Aegle opened both heads simultaneously, unleashing a condensed, rainbow-colored beam of light—a blend of gold, red, and silver—carrying an aura of world-destroying destruction, crashing down upon the Khaslana.
Wherever the beam of light passed, space was scorched and distorted, and even the gravitational field was shaken slightly by this force.
Good timing.
Khaslana suddenly raised his head, gripped " Dawn's Advance " with both hands, and poured all his divine power into the sword.
The giant sword, originally only two meters long, grew wildly under the infusion of power, eventually condensing into a huge sword shadow a hundred feet long, with fine patterns even appearing on its blade.
Let the sky... merge all the suffering of this world.
Boom--!!!
The giant sword and the rainbow beam of light collided with a deafening roar in mid-air!
A silent shockwave spread out in a ring, and the ancient stone building of Abyss of Fate, which had survived for 100,000 years, was instantly reduced to dust like a sandcastle under this shockwave.
Large sections of rock collapsed from the edge of the cliff, plunging into the churning Black Tide below and splashing up towering dark purple waves.
Using the force of the recoil, Khaslana's figure shot into the air, soaring over Aegle's massive body and landing directly above her head.
There, at the base of the neck where the two heads meet, a fist-sized, rhomboid crystal core, shimmering with iridescent colors and the radiance of the sun and moon, is rhythmically pulsating.
But just as the sword was about to fall, his gaze met the eyes of Aegle's two heads.
There was no anger or resentment in his eyes, only the same gentleness as always.
Hyacine's voice, the words she had just spoken, suddenly exploded in his ears:
"... In the sun on your shoulders, that warmth that belongs to ordinary people... that belongs to you... is so faint?"
"... An empty flame can't save anyone..."
Khaslana's sword paused for a moment; in a battle of this caliber, even a moment's hesitation could be a fatal flaw.
Phew!
Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Aegle flapped his bone wings, the enormous wings lashing out with immense force, slamming into Khaslana's back!
puff--!
Golden divine blood gushed from his mouth, and he was flung away like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto a boulder at the edge of the cloud cliff, which instantly shattered into dust.
His back caved in deeply, the cracking sound of breaking bones clearly audible. A dark purple Black Tide of black energy rapidly spread up, attempting to repair the horrific wound, but it was suppressed by the sky power attached to his wings, making the repair process pitifully slow.
"Cough cough..." Khaslana, supporting himself with his sword, struggled to his feet from the pile of rubble, golden blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth.
He looked up at Aegle, who was suspended in mid-air.
The opponent did not press their advantage; instead, they hovered there silently, their heads bowed, looking at him with complex and unfathomable emotions in their eyes.
Even Khaslana saw a few wisps of rainbow light drift down from her feathers and land on his wounds, bringing a gentle warmth that was slowly but steadily healing his injuries.
A healer's heart is filled with compassion. Even as Titan, even while engaged in a life-or-death struggle, she could not shake the instinct ingrained in her bones to heal others.
Khaslana gazed at the iridescent light falling on the back of his hand, warm and carrying the scent of sunshine and herbs, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
But the next moment, he gripped " Dawn's Advance " tightly, and the golden-red and dark purple flames on the sword were more intense than ever before.
With a light tap of his foot, Khaslana transformed into a two-colored streak of light once more, charging towards Aegle.
This time, he was faster than before, and his swordplay was even more ruthless, each move aimed directly at the core, without holding back in the slightest.
Aegle let out a mournful cry, flapped his wings, and the Sun and Moon Rings once again hung high in the sky. He unleashed all his attacks, more fiercely and decisively than ever before.
This is a sacrifice for the "sky," and also a trial for the Savior.
Above the sea of clouds, light and shadow intertwine, and the sun and moon revolve.
Khaslana's figure weaved through the rain of light, his wounds multiplying, golden divine blood splattering across the cloud cliffs, only to be rapidly healed.
His sword became faster and more accurate; he knew all of Hyacinthus's moves, all his weaknesses, and all his habits.
Finally, after countless near misses—
Khaslana's " Dawn's Advance " pierced through the gap where the two ends of Aegle met with perfect precision, penetrating the warm, rhomboid crystal core.
Buzz--
The world seemed to quiet down.
Aegle's massive body stiffened abruptly, and the light emanating from his two heads quickly dimmed.
She didn't let out a painful scream, but slowly lowered her head and quietly looked at the man in front of her with her " Eye of Dawn and Dusk " that were beginning to lose focus.
Then, she began to dissipate.
The enormous bone wings transformed into countless shimmering, iridescent feathers, drifting slowly down from the sky like a grand, gentle snowfall.
These feathers fell into the surging Black Tide, and the Black Tide receded; they fell on the scorched earth, and the earth blossomed with pale pink flowers.
When it landed on Khaslana's wound, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Even at the very end of their lives, " Healer " are healing the world.