Lucy was hurled backward, crashing through mountains of ice and earth, the impact leaving a crater in her wake. But even as the rubble settled around her, she forced herself to stand. Her chest heaved with labored breaths, her once smooth scales cracked and marred from the onslaught, yet her determination only grew fiercer. Her lips curled back in a snarl, and with a primal scream, she launched herself back into the fray.

The two beings collided once more, their blades and fists clashing with such intensity that sparks of ice and light shot out in every direction. Every strike was accompanied by a feral grunt or scream, their bodies straining under the weight of their power. Each attack they threw at one another was like a final, desperate push, their screams of exertion echoing through the ruined land.

Lucy swung her sword again, this time aiming for Kergezkat's wings, but he dodged with unnatural speed, countering with a flurry of punches. Each fist was imbued with the combined power of the sun and moon, and as they struck Lucy's body, they left searing burns and deep bruises. She roared in agony but refused to falter. Her regeneration kicked in, but barely fast enough to keep up with the constant barrage of damage.

Between each strike, they gasped for breath—wild, desperate huffs as if their lives depended on each ragged inhale. Their eyes locked in a furious gaze, neither blinking nor breaking concentration. Every breath was a struggle, every exhale laced with pain and fury.

Kergezkat, bloodied and maddened, raised both hands to the sky, summoning a cataclysmic pillar of light and darkness that spiraled down toward Lucy. But she met the attack head-on, screaming as she swung her sword in a wide arc. A wave of freezing energy exploded from her blade, colliding with the pillar and sending a shockwave so massive it leveled what remained of the nearby mountains. The air turned to frost in an instant, the temperature dropping to unfathomable levels as the ground cracked and split beneath the force.

The two deities screamed at the top of their lungs as their powers clashed. It was no longer about strategy—it was raw, unrelenting brutality. Their voices echoed through the heavens, their howls of rage and pain merging with the deafening crashes of their attacks. They swung, they blocked, they clawed at each other with everything they had, their once divine forms now battered and barely recognizable.

Lucy, her icy breath huffing with exertion, managed to land another hit, her sword slashing across Kergezkat's chest. He howled in pain, staggering backward, but then he roared and counterattacked with a wild swing of his arm, sending a wave of darkness crashing into her. She was thrown across the battlefield, but even before she landed, she was already pushing herself back up, blood and ice falling from her form.

They were fighting not just to win, but to survive. Each attack left their bodies more broken than before, yet their regeneration kept pulling them from the brink of death, only for the next hit to drag them back to the edge. Their screams grew hoarse, their bodies trembling from exhaustion, but their eyes—burning with hatred and defiance—never wavered.

Once more, they charged at each other, their breaths coming in sharp, desperate gasps. Kergezkat's wings blazed with radiant light and shadow, while Lucy's body pulsed with the overwhelming cold of her new form. They slammed into each other with earth-shattering force, their final battle pushing them beyond anything they had ever known.

As Lucy and Kergezkat clashed once again, the devastating intensity of their earlier attacks seemed to wane. The once blinding flashes of light and ice that had torn the world apart now dimmed, their brilliance dulled by exhaustion and the sheer toll the battle had taken on their bodies. Their regeneration, once able to swiftly heal even the most grievous wounds, struggled to keep up with the continuous damage.

Lucy swung her ice sword, though the arc was slower than before, and the strike lacked the force it once had. Kergezkat parried, but even his counter lacked the savage power that had once split the earth beneath their feet. As their weapons collided, the impact no longer sent shockwaves rippling through the ground—instead, it was met with a muted clash, the vibrations barely stirring the air around them.

Their breaths were ragged, and their bodies heaved with every step. Blood mixed with frost and shadow dripped from their many wounds, each injury reopening before it could fully heal. The once magnificent wings of Kergezkat, now faded and dim, barely fluttered as he hovered above the ground, his body hunched in exhaustion. Lucy's form, once radiating with the frozen majesty of her draconic ice god transformation, now appeared cracked and brittle, her shimmering scales dimming as frost spread sluggishly across her body.

Kergezkat snarled, raising his hand to summon another burst of his fused light and darkness. The orb of energy formed between his fingers, but it flickered and sputtered, barely holding its shape before he hurled it at Lucy. She swung her sword, deflecting the attack, though the force that once accompanied her strikes had dwindled. The deflected orb exploded in the distance, but the blast was a fraction of its former power, barely disturbing the shattered battlefield around them.

They staggered toward each other once more, their once-immaculate forms now disheveled and battle-worn. The world around them bore the scars of their conflict—craters as deep as oceans, mountains flattened into dust, and the very air itself heavy with the aftereffects of their immense power. But now, it felt as though the world itself was gasping for air along with them, struggling to hold itself together as their dwindling power failed to bring the same destruction.

Lucy took in a sharp breath, her chest rising and falling with labored effort, her eyes narrowed in pain and fatigue. Her ice sword, once a masterpiece of pure, unyielding cold, seemed to pulse weakly in her hand, the sharpness of its edge dulled from overuse. She launched herself forward again, roaring with whatever strength she had left, swinging the blade at Kergezkat in desperation.

Kergezkat raised both arms to block the blow, but the strike still managed to send him stumbling back, his own strength faltering. He let out a primal scream, trying to force himself back into the fight, but his wings barely responded, flickering with the fading remnants of sunlight and moonlight. He surged forward, throwing a punch, his fist enveloped in a weak shimmer of his once-mighty light and shadow powers.

The punch connected with Lucy's side, sending her staggering to the ground, her sword clattering next to her. But the force of the attack was barely enough to knock the wind out of her, and even as she gasped in pain, she quickly scrambled to her feet, her eyes locked on Kergezkat.

The two deities, once capable of reshaping the landscape with a single blow, now looked like mere shadows of their former selves. Every movement was a battle against their own bodies, the exhaustion deep in their bones evident with each sluggish strike. The echoes of their roars had grown softer, their voices hoarse from the screams that had once reverberated across the ruined battlefield.

Kergezkat threw another punch, but Lucy sidestepped it, her footwork slower but still precise. She retaliated with a slash of her sword, but Kergezkat managed to parry the attack, though his hands trembled from the effort.

They clashed once more, their blades and fists meeting with diminishing power, the sound of their strikes no longer deafening. Both of them gasped, each breath a struggle, each moment a fight just to stay standing. Their bodies were betraying them, slowing with every heartbeat, their powers now a shadow of what they had been at the beginning of this catastrophic battle.

Yet neither of them stopped. Even as the world around them grew quieter and the dust settled, they fought on, screaming at the top of their lungs, their voices raw and broken. Each breath was a feral gasp, a reminder that they were still alive, still fighting, even as their power flickered and dimmed like dying embers.

They were pushing past every conceivable limit, not out of glory or pride, but out of sheer refusal to fall. Every clash was a testament to their unyielding will, their bodies battered and broken but still moving, still fighting. The ground beneath them cracked, but it no longer shattered. The air trembled, but it no longer screamed with the fury of their power.

With each strike, each gasp for air, they teetered closer to collapse, their bodies barely holding together through sheer force of will alone. And yet, despite the pain, the exhaustion, the fading strength, neither would stop until the other fell.

After what felt like an eternity of fighting, Lucy and Kergezkat staggered toward each other, their movements sluggish, barely able to hold their stances. Every muscle in their bodies screamed for rest, and yet, fueled by pure stubbornness, they raised their weapons for one final clash.

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