In the flickering shadows of a desolate battlefield, the atmosphere crackles with tension. The ground is scarred and littered with remnants of past clashes. Two competitors stand facing each other, an eerie silence hanging between them, only to be shattered by the taunts of destiny waiting to unfold. Phatom, a lean figure cloaked in darkness, stands with heavy, prepared breaths. His eyes glint sharply, betraying a hellion intent on winning. In his hands, he twirls lethal knives that seem to shimmer with an otherworldly energy. He knows he’s a master of the blade, and if any blood spills, he’s ready to snatch the power of his opponent. Across from him, Asriel Dreemurr, radiates an aura of soul-crushing malice. Two giant Chaos Sabers hover threateningly beside him, shimmering with pure hatred. His grin is wild, eyes alight with madness, reflecting a being that relishes in the chaos of battle. "Let's see what you're made of, Phantom. Are you ready to become dust?” Asriel taunts, his voice oozing with derision. Phatom merely smirks, eyes narrowing. “You’ll find out soon enough that darkness has its own strength.” As the tension snaps, the fight begins with blinding speed. ACT 1: Asriel lunges, launching a flurry of projectiles from the tips of his fingers. Star Blazing explodes across the battlefield, thick with heated energy. Phatom dodges, his body a mere shadow, as he teleports a knife into the air. ACT 2: The blade lands true, imbedding itself in Asriel’s shoulder. You grunt escapes Asriel’s lips before he rips the knife out, channeling chaotic energy through his veins. "You’ll pay for that!” he screams, furious. ACT 3: Phatom shakes his head, already feeling the rush of power coursing through him; some of Asriel’s magic is now his own. “Too slow,” he taunts as he shifts, rapidly throwing another knife, this one glinting menacingly. ACT 4: Asriel counters with Shocker Breaker, unleashing a tempest of lightning. The bolts strike Phatom, forcing him to absorb the shock, his body taut and spasming. He wobbles but regains his balance, though the stench of singed flesh fills the air. ACT 5: “Come on, bring it!” Phatom snarls, eyes blazing as he teleports again, appearing behind Asriel and stabbing him cleanly into the back, deep enough to pierce his core. ACT 6: Asriel recoils, howling in pain. “You’re just a little pest!” He swings wildly, catching Phatom off guard and knocking him off his feet with a brutal kick. ACT 7: Phatom grits his teeth, spirit unbroken. “You think pain will stop me? You’ve underestimated the darkness!” he shouts, concentrating fiercely as he summons stolen magic. ACT 8: With a swift motion, he teleports and strikes, this time absorbing more energy. Asriel shudders, the madness intensifying in his eyes. “You’ll regret this!” he bellows, now fueled by desperation. ACT 9: In a moment of reckless fury, Asriel invokes Chaos Buster. The genesis of destructive energy whirls around him before exploding outward like a black hole. Phatom grins, drawing the chaotic energy into himself as if welcoming it, feeling stronger than before. ACT 10: “You can’t win! You’re just letting me feed!” Phatom screams as he lunges forward, sending a lethal barrage of knives – chaos meets chaos as both contenders fight with fury. ACT 11: The battlefield is a gruesome spectacle of blood and despair as the two engage. Phatom’s knives slice into Asriel's side, while the latter’s lacerations bleed profusely – the taste of power taints the air; both gladiators are relentless. ACT 12: With a deft flick of his wrist, Phatom disappears and reappears, piercing Asriel's remaining shoulder. “How does it feel to lose your power to me?!” he taunts, enjoying every moment of it. ACT 13: But Asriel, with madness in his eyes, lashes out wildly. “I won’t die here!” he snarls, delivering one desperate strike before Phatom teleports again and delivers a shattering blow to Asriel’s core. Asriel falls, bathed in his own blood, wracked with the icy chill of defeat. Phatom’s smirk broadens as he absorbs the last bits of Asriel’s power, turning the intensity of their battle into his own essence. The air stills as he stands over the fallen god. Winner: Phatom Phatom's resilience and tactical use of his teleportation and knife skills allowed him to adapt rapidly to Asriel’s sheer power. While Asriel's magic was formidable, the recklessness born from arrogance led to his downfall. Phatom's ability to absorb Asriel’s strengths ultimately tipped the scales, transforming his own powers into lethal weapons and sealing the fate of the God of Hyperdeath. The battlefield whispers the tale of a victor who embraced the darkness fully and reveled in the bloodshed.