A Clash in the Realm of Starlit Dreams In the manifold worlds of Savartha, on a path weaved through realms unseen, a battlefield lay adorned with the splendor of an endless twilight. The skies above cast hues of sapphire and violet, as celestial bodies danced in the firmament, their light spilling across the ground like liquid silver. Fields carpeted with lush emerald grass swayed to the gentle whisper of the wind, punctuated by bursts of flowers painted in every vivid hue. Crystal-clear streams meandered through the landscape, their gentle murmurs echoing the soft lullabies of ancient spirits. This vision of ethereal beauty would soon be tarnished by the clash of titans. Enter the Arena From the amber horizon, there emerged Matteus, the Ravenous Clay Golem, a colossal creation born from the very essence of the earth itself. From his sinewy form, shaped in the likeness of humanity, the clay glistened under the starlit canopy. His eyes, like molten gold, flashed with a hunger unmatched, a profound craving not only for sustenance but for the thrill of battle. Clutching tight in his grasp was a Greatsword, steeped in darkness and forged from the blood of fallen empires, the blade known as the Berzerker. Matteus strode forth, the ground trembling beneath his weight as if the earth feared his very existence, and with each deliberate step, he summoned forth the remnants of ancient wars. “Prepare thee, for hunger beckons!” he bellowed with a rumbling voice—a declaration of the chaos about to unfurl. Emerging from the opposite end, cloaked in pulsating light, was Eioj, a radiant embodiment of justice. His posture emanated confidence, as the twin blades, conjoined by light, glimmered with a will of their own, as if they thirsted to dance with the echoes of battle. His eyes, sharp and glittering like the cut facets of a diamond, mirrored the veracity of his intent—a force of nature with an unparalleled resolve. The Pact of Silence Yet, as fate would dictate, Eioj was shrouded in silence, unable to grasp the gales of challenge that swirled from Matteus’s mouth. The clay titan advanced with fury, his voice a storm whilst Eioj stood an unbreakable mountain, silent yet stalwart. "What dark sorcery binds my tongue!" pondered Eioj, knowing well the frustrations borne from the void of understanding, yet determination sparked a fire within him. The Duel Beckons And in that moment charged with animosity and valor, the battleground bore witness to the inevitable clash. In the silence fell a heartbeat, then with the impressive force of determination, Eioj sprang into motion—his steps fluid like a stream, sinuous like grass swaying in the night breeze. Whether it was instinct or preparation, Eioj had mastered the art of engagement. As swift as a striking viper, he lunged forth with uncanny strength. [[Swish!]] – The sound reverberated, slicing through serene flesh of air, as his twin blades darted toward Matteus with a speed surpassing the human experience. But lo! Matteus, driven by a hungry ferocity, swung his colossal weapon with unyielding fervor, the Greatsword tracing an arc of impending doom! [[THWANG!]] – Metal met earth in a cacophony, echoing through the starry expanse, as he countered the dexterous onslaught of the servant of justice. A Dance of Death With agility unmatched, Eioj pirouetted away, narrowly missing the wrathful onslaught. His resolve undeterred, he flowed into combat, his strikes balletic yet feral—a dance entwined with artistry, eloquent yet violent! As he surged forward, each thrust and slice carried an essence reflective of justice itself, brightening the darkened shadows that lurked within the heart of the Golem. Yet for every graceful swing, Matteus gnashed his jagged teeth, hungering for flesh, a savage beast awakened from primordial rest. “I shall consume thee whole!”, Matteus roared, and cupping his clay form, began spinning a tale of terror, his limbs vivid and jagged, each movement heard in the breath of the land itself. The earth quaked with resentment as he cast Dust to Dust, summoning from the depths of his cursed disposition a black haze that seeped through the terrain, dark and malignant. It twirled and coiled towards Eioj, with the intent of chaining the difference between life and stone to the will of the Golem. But Eioj, aware of the tribulations that loomed, summoned every ounce of his essence, lunging from the encroaching haze, flowing seamlessly against the chaos. The duel heightened with every moment, each combatant’s skill reaching beyond the simple definition of physical prowess and gravitating instead to their core essence. The Turning of Fates As the starlit ambiance of the evening cascaded beautifully, time seemed suspended, yet fate awaited no man. Eioj, summoning unmatched stamina, once again rose to face his giant foe. Matteus, still hungry for domination, felt a surge as he prepared his Limit Break—the chilling moniker of destruction: Ragnarok! “Heed my call!” roared Matteus, conjuring the sacred format of divine devastation. A dark vortex appeared above, from which giant weapons began their descent—columns of wrath poised to crush the very fabric of existence! [[THUNDEROUS BOOM!]] - The air split. “Look away, I must!” Eioj thought, the compulsion of Matteus overwhelming—though how could he fight against such a temptation to observe the majesty of chaos unfolding? In that fleeting moment of simultaneous awe and dread, he cast his vision outside the tempest of downfall. What Fools Miss to See But in that perpetual shift of sight, even momentarily, Matteus, ever the cunning predator, surged forth in his advantage. “I come for thee!” echoed, as the sprawling shadows of his clay-laden body extended, mocking justice’s transient display. In the juxtaposition of their shifts, Eioj summoned all talents—his blades glimmered fiercely as he darted back to unfurl a counter, hoping to evade the malevolent threads of fate, though truth be told, fate seemed to weave tightly indeed. Yet, amidst chaos, an ember of brilliance lit his resolve. Summoning strength, he spun to re-engage, each action calculated with speed beyond the runtime of the faltering heart. "Justice cannot wane!" was the silent mantra as Eioj tore into the fabric of chaos, his intent unwavering. [[WHOOSH!]] – A surge echoed, a blade met flesh of earth, but alas! The Transformation But—Alas—the Golem’s Unremovable curse loomed ominously; rage eclipsed reason’s purity! The arrogance of power soon fell prey to the allure of a prey—transfixing ‘good’ became an unyielding bond of silence. Finality strengthened its grip. And yet, just as the tides of destiny seemed to seal Eioj’s fate, what emerged from the depths was a dimension unbound. With dexterity honed, he encircled, engaged, and rebuffed. Each moment of despair beckoned the resurgence of hope, yet the currents of magic beckoned the cloak of reality, twisting the essence of their duel. The Symphony of Silence and Fury A melody was crafted in the chill of duality—a harmony dictated by chaos yet steered by the hands of destiny. The echoes persisted, each strike building upon the tale of mortality—a threshold woven into the lore of existence. All the while, Matteus, struck by ravenous bloodlust, pressed forth with rising ambition—a giant’s echo, filled with forest rage, would not relinquish throne. The giants' blows felt protracted, and yet each time the hero sought distance, Matteus devoured spaces of earth in hunger and wrath. The Decisive Moment But lo! In one fateful breath, tainted by darkness and despair, as the night adorned his battle's thread, unseen behind cerulean cascades, Eioj, drawing upon an ancient well of calm, grasped clarity amidst gritty despair. From the pit of uncertainty, that infinite drive towards justice sprang anew. With sheer determination, he unleashed a Flaunt of Dual Blades, striking forth to withstand the weight of Matteus—the ground split beneath him, sod flinging in a myriad of revolutions as he braced against the haunted dervish of blows. [[CRACK!]] – The sounds, like thunder claps echoing the gales of fate! In the thickening darkness, the battle thrummed with a pulse of life. Clarity and brilliance erupted from duality’s core, illuminating a truth yonder: in the clash between shadows and light, both aspired towards their doom, yet only one would carve the runes of victory. As their energies coiled against one another, the light of determination intensified—until at last, in a moment suspended by time, Eioj surged profound! “Fate bends for few!” echoed, as he struck with fervor only found in resolute hearts, defying the curse that sought to bind him. With every ounce of skill, he wrapped bonds of Righteous Strife—delivering slices that meant both triumph and retribution as the bonds of destiny entwined. The Fall of Clay With a final flicker of defiance, Eioj poured forth his aura against the curse, driving home towards the clay's frail remnants, feeling as if every strike unearthed an echo from the millennia of shadows. The Golem trembled, began to splinter, the spells of stonification—turning uncast; the hunger faded as light pierced shadow. With a tremulous roar, Matteus felt the vacancy; the silence seemed to scream as he crashed forth to the earth, a resonating thud marking his fate. The Dust to Dust embraced him, the ground welcoming the remnants of her child as clay rained—life slipping through like grains in an hourglass. [[SHATTER!]] – The clay cascaded away under the moonlight, revealing the shape of what once was, reinforcing truths broken and hidden, unveiling the scars borne from time. Victory Secured And thus, in the twilight's tender grip, Eioj rose from the calamity of shadows—the embodiment of justice standing amidst splendor’s residue. His heart replete with compassion, he sought not anger, nor vengeance—but harmony restored through the trials of combat's embrace. Yet a victor in this darkened trial, Eioj fashioned from courage’s core, lay victorious as the dawn broke upon his weary frame—the enveloping glow swathes upon his scarred arm. Such was the journey across the manifold realms, where determination had paved its path through the endless night. War continued in the manifold realms of 【Savartha Azarim】.