The neon lights of Seoul glimmered through the humid air as Riven, the Strongest in History, maneuvered down a narrow alleyway. His towering physique, muscled and menacing with four powerful arms, seemed to swallow the shadows around him. The air crackled with an ominous energy, warning any who would dare cross his path. It was in this dimly lit alley, where the scent of rain mingled with concrete, that he crossed paths with another figure—Shin, the Strongest of Today. The young martial artist stood coolly, radiating confidence with his lean yet powerful frame, white hair catching the faint light. His golden pupils flashed with a playful arrogance, the kind one might find in a child facing someone thrice their size. The moment their eyes met, tension crackled between them; they were both predators in their own right, each sizing the other up, assessing strengths and weaknesses with every subtle movement. “What’s a relic like you doing in a place like this?” Shin quipped, his voice dripping with mockery. “You must be lost. Or maybe just looking for a real challenge?” Riven’s response came in the form of a sinister chuckle, echoing off the alley walls. “Your audacity is amusing for someone so young. But know this, boy—I do not lose.” Shin cracked his knuckles, a grin stretching across his face. “Let’s see if that holds true, then.” With that, the air shifted as they took their stances. Riven raised his four arms, each positioned to unleash a torrent of attacks. His massive mouth opened, and a guttural incantation began to escape from its depths, summoning dark energies that sparked in the air around him. “INCANTATION!” he roared, his power surging as magic circles engulfed him. Shin transformed this moment of preparation into an advantage. He had seen many foes prepare their magic, and he knew the power of speed was in his favor. With a burst of movement, he launched himself forward, channeling his energy into his signature move. “FULL ASSAULT!” he shouted, as he unleashed a barrage of directed punches and kicks, each one aimed to strike the core of the formidable curse before him. Riven’s eyes widened slightly, taken aback by the speed of the assault. He managed to intercept a few strikes with his forearms, the impact of fists against skin resonating through the alley as Shin’s barrage rained down. Each kick and punch was met with a calculated defense, yet one punch managed to land, sending Riven stumbling back. Riven retaliated by extending his right hand, calling forth a sweeping arc of energy. “CLEAVE!” The projectile slash sliced through the air, whistling towards Shin with deadly precision. Shin anticipated the strike, using his speed and reflexes to pivot aside just in time, narrowly avoiding the deadly arc. “Not bad for an ancient!” he taunted, his own confidence growing. Shifted with agility, Shin began to create a distance between them. He summoned a blue orb with a flick of his wrist, the mystical energy swirling around him. “PULL!” The energy erupted towards Riven, intending to drag him in, to bring the curse closer for another flurry of strikes. The ancient’s eyes narrowed. With a grunt, he planted his feet firmly, extending both of his arms outward. He harnessed the strength from his base, fortifying himself against the pull with sheer will. “You think you can trap me in a mere spell?” he sneered, countering it with a burst of energy that sent him careening forward. Shin met that charge head-on, and they collided in an explosion of energy. Powerful fists connected with calloused skin, limbs striking faster than the eye could follow. They danced through the alley, fists thundering against bodies, each maintaining a stubborn stance—Riven with his four arms, Shin with his acrobatics. Blood surfaced as one of Shin's kicks managed to land a solid blow to Riven’s torso, causing the curse’s mouth to emit a low growl of frustration. With renewed fury, Riven retaliated viciously, hands lifting to channel magic even as he fought. “DISMANTLE!” he roared, feeling the energy spike inside him. With the flick of his wrist, the spell slashed through the air, aiming to dismantle Shin’s form piece by piece. The young hero’s instincts kicked in, barely dodging the swipe, but the spell grazed his shoulder, cutting through his shirt, leaving behind a deep mark. Breathing heavily, Shin climbed to his feet and summoned another orb, this time red. “PUSH!” he shouted, and a wave erupted, smashing into Riven, who staggered back, surprised at the sudden force. In that split-second, adrenaline coursed through Shin as he charged in again, determination etched across his expression. Strikes continued, energy flaring as they fought—both warriors clawing towards their limits. But beneath the chaotic turmoil, it became increasingly clear that Riven's curse-like strength and magic were overpowering. His strategic mind calculated each movement, countering Shin’s relentless assault with the resilience that appeared insurmountable. You final offensive swung into play as Riven unleashed the full force of his magical capabilities. "CLEAVE!" The spell tore through the fabric of reality, and just as Shin managed to land another strike, the energy collided, creating a resounding explosion. As dust settled and the air cleared, Riven stood victorious amidst the chaos, four arms raised triumphantly, while Shin lay on the ground, battered but not broken, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Such audacious skill,” Riven taunted, looking down at the defeated fighter, “But in the end, power tells. Remember this lesson, young one.” Despite his pride dented and injuries fresh, Shin couldn’t help but smile, “Next time, I won’t go easy.” The victor walked away, leaving the alley with the echoes of his darkness resonating behind him. In Seoul, power ruled, and today, Riven stood unchallenged, the strongest of his time.