The once grand landscape had transformed into a desolate wasteland, marred by the remnants of an epic clash that resonated in the earth itself. Cratered and cracked, the ground bore testimony to the might of those who had once fought here. Streaks of energy scorched the sky, remnants of battles fought in anger and desperation. In this barren arena, Team A gathered, forming a circle of mixed determination and trepidation. Crow stood at the forefront, scythe glimmering darkly against the dying sun. His ethereal form flickered with a faint, angelic glow, but his eyes reflected the depth of his burden. "Together, we will cleanse this land," he murmured solemnly, raising his scythe. "We fight not just for victory, but to save the souls who roam this desolation." “Let ‘em come!” Zols, the Galactic Star King, strutted forward with an air of arrogance, fingers crackling with latent energy. “I’ll show them what a true champion looks like! They’ll be begging for mercy by the time I’m done!” He folded his arms, confidence radiating like the sun itself. Beside him, BeaBoot the Destroyer, a surreal being of towering beetroot proportions, bounced excitedly. “Do you think they’ll have snacks? I’m starving! Let’s hurry up and destroy them so we can find something to eat!” His silly remark earned a chuckle from Reyhnalah, who prepared her claws, their golden tips catching the last rays of sunlight. “Focus!” Madara Uchiha interjected, his eyes blazing with the swirling power of his Sharingan and Rinnegan. “We don’t know the full extent of their powers, but we’ll need every bit of our abilities to stand against them.” His voice was calm, unwavering, as he conjured an Immortal Susanoo, its menacing frame looming protectively around him. Reyhnalah nodded solemnly, her aura pulsing with divine potential. “I can feel their dark intentions. I’ll split their very essence apart if they dare approach.” Her fists clenched, energy swirling in anticipation, her transformation into the Goddess of the Nine Tails illuminating the surroundings. “Let them come, I will not hold back!” Sukuna hovered in the shadows, his presence palpable even without movement. His eyes, four radiant orbs, searched incessantly for the slightest hint of weakness in the impending foes. "How amusing," he hissed with a tongue of arrogance. "Let's see if they can withstand dismantling their very concept of existence." A low rumble filled the air, shaking the ground beneath them as Team B entered the scene. Broly {Z}, muscles rippling with primal energy, shouted into the ether, “I will bathe in your blood!” His voice boomed with raw fury, kindling a primal fear resonating from Team A. “Prepare yourselves!” “RRRAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!” Broly {DBS} followed suit, roaring with primal rage, his ki bursting forth like a storm unleashed. His fierce eyes burned with a thirst for battle, and in that moment of chaos, the air thickened with tension. He was a living embodiment of destruction, and the sheer impulse emanating from him sent a shiver through the ranks of Team A. Having built a reputably dangerous reputation, the moment of inevitable confrontation had arrived. "Let’s unleash everything we’ve got!” Zols proclaimed, launching the first strike. He gathered energy into his palms, a brilliant beam forming. “Star Blasting Destroyer Beam!” The attack zipped forward, a streak of luminous energy that could erase stars from existence, illuminating the ashen landscape with a blinding light. Broly {Z} raised a brow, deftly banking to the side, with a movement that mirrored the flick of a wrist. "Is that all you’ve got?" he mocked, before launching a retaliatory ki blast that buzzed through the air with a violent whoosh, slamming into Zols. The explosion rocked the ground, the dust swirling violently before settling. In the aftermath, Crow took notice of the brewing chaos. "Void Extension!" he invoked, a dark void emanating from his scythe’s tip, encasing Zols and Broly. Their powers began to wane within the nullifying grasp of Crow’s technique. "Embrace the serenity, as I guide you," he intoned, his voice muffled by the dark mire, aiming to redeem even the lost souls. Zols barely registered the oppressive aura closing in, shaking off the feeling as he hurled himself recklessly out of Crow’s grasp. “Don’t you dare restrain me!” he roared, recklessly unleashing a flurry of punches, each striking with explosive force as they collided against Broly. Broly, not one to back down, charged through Zols’ attacks, his rage igniting fiercely as he summoned the power of the LSSJ. “I’ll crush you both!” he yelled, launching into a merciless assault that had Zols struggling to evade. The Saiyan’s bulk slammed down with fists that could shatter mountains—each strike echoing like thunder, a BOOM! against the earth. Madara, watching the chaos unfold, harnessed his Sharingan. "Wood Style: Wood Dragon Jutsu," he intoned, summoning ancient roots to entwine around Broly. The dragon-shaped limbs lashed out, gripping the Titan with strength that screamed for dominance, grappling him and ultimately causing the brute to falter. Meanwhile, Reyhnalah surged forward, her Furious Fox Claws shimmering with divine energy. “Fist of the Furious Fox!” she announced, a tempest of fierce might lacing through her attack as she aimed to split Broly in half. The punch reverberated with CRACK!ing sound, a strike filled with the weight of centuries. Caught in a frenzy of aggression, Broly countered with a veritable storm of ki blasts, flinging them wild and free. “Get ready!” he roared, bag after bag full of ki, hurling them like stolen dreams towards Crow and Zols. The air crackled with energy as blasts whizzed in all directions, the explosive KABOOM! sounding like prophetic warnings. “Back, you brute!” Crow called, pivoting gracefully as a scythe-swing unwound through the chaos, aiming to divert Broly’s rampant energy. “I will not allow you to taint this land any further!” He initiated another attempt at pulling the match into his void, desperate to snatch even a glimpse of hope from the suffocating nexus of violence encircling them. Madara took advantage, unleashing waves of Amaterasu upon the roiling battlefield, fire twisting and reaching with unnatural fervor, bringing with it an oppressive darkness that sought to engulf Broly. “Endless darkness awaits!” he exclaimed, smoke and flame twisting into a frenzy, raw destruction trying to find its purpose. As chaos reigned, Sukuna smirked even while observing the fray. “Foolish mortals,” he intoned. “Prepare for disintegration!” With a flick of his wrist, he sent a slashing wave through combatants, ripping apart reality as he embarked on a spree of dismantling their very essence, his eyes glowing ominously, a signal of doom in oncoming chaos. BeaBoot, feeling left out, lunged cartoonishly into the fray. “Time for the ultimate combo!” he cheered, his voice echoing like wild laughter layered beneath the chaos. He prepared to unleash a tidal wave of immense energy while the others clashed unabated, the battlefield turning into a cacophony of power. And so, the battle feedback looped wildly, the air charged with frenetic energy, their different techniques colliding, the sheer might dancing across the waste, each clash a reminder of the cost of conflict. Each team held sinews of strength, and as the dust began to settle in a weight heavier than despair, the tides of fate unfurled around them. Winner: To be continued...