"Begin what?"
Neremoth growled.
Nux's smile widened just a little and—
"Your end."
He answered.
"I have things to do, you see."
Neremoth's crimson eyes glared at Nux as the space between them vanished. The Darkness Eternal moved like a shadow.
He was fast, silent, brutal. His clawed hand sliced through layers of barriers Nux created for fun, aiming for his chest.
Nux dodged, letting the claws pass just beside his cheek.
"Nice."
Nux praised.
"You're fast."
Neremoth didn't speak.
He just attacked again.
His body exploded into tendrils of pure darkness, spinning, twisting, closing in from all sides. Each tendril left behind a scar of dead space—making sure Nux wouldn't be able to teleport there.
Nux spun in the air, avoiding all the tendrils.
Yes, he was in his Universe, yes, he was pretty much immortal here, but this didn't mean Neremoth wasn't a threat.
