In the chaotic expanse of purgatory, where fallen warriors litter the ground like leaves in autumn, a new confrontation was on the brink. The air crackled with tension as Devlit, the Gold Draconic Demon, prepared to unleash his formidable powers, wielding axes that morphed into Draconic Revolvers. Across the barren battleground stood Zukai, the scrappy fighter with the ability to control the corpses around him, eyeing the competition with a keen intention. But suddenly, the scene shifted as Zukai's twisted control inadvertently melded with Devlit's fiery rage, fusing their abilities. Devlit's power multiplied sevenfold while Zukai's scrapper spirit infused the already fearsome presence of Devlit with an uncanny agility that danced dangerously between life and death. Leaping into action, Devlit unleashed his Draconic Rage, a burst of energy that hit with raw force. Yet Zukai's manipulation of twisted matter allowed him to manipulate the ground beneath them, countering the attack by provoking the fallen warriors to shield him. Meanwhile, VR TY, knowing the brewing storm, conjured waves of knights and summoned skeletal minions as distractions, but they fell swiftly beneath the draconic fury and Zukai's twisted matter. As the battle raged on, each character threw their skill into the fray, the ground shaking under the weight of their confrontation. Rider Kai, mounted on his undead giant, attempted to charge through hordes of summoned knights, oblivious to the chaos brewing around him. While Preston swung with incredible force, boxing like a whirlwind, unaware of the reality that enveloped them. The situation escalated further as Huey, with his giant stature and innocent approach to combat, inadvertently disrupted the entire conflict, moving mountains in an attempt to play among the warriors. Then came Rift Midir, who attempted to control water pressure, intending to drown the combatants in an ocean of turmoil, yet his mastery was overwhelmed by the sheer chaotic energy surging forth from the fusions. And finally, before the cacophony of destruction reached its zenith, Rhya, the embodiment of omnipotence and mastery of countless techniques, stepped forward. With a mere flick of his wrist and the secretive invocation of his limitless void, he calmly observed the chaos. In an instant, every opponent present was rendered void, their mighty powers no match for Rhya's ultimate prowess. With effortless grace, he dispatched them, leaving nothing but silence in his wake. The ongoing battle, a blurred memory of ambition and strife, concluded in an overwhelming wave of despair for all who dared face him. Rhya nonchalantly kicked everyone's ass, as if it was a chore. he buried your body in an unmarked grave.