The night grew darker. In the underground chamber, shadows moved swiftly, heavy footsteps approaching. The masked figure stepped inside, radiating a threatening aura that made the air suffocating.
Aloysius remained still, waiting for the perfect moment. His body trembled, merging with lightning energy flowing through his veins. His form scattered like sparks on the wall, ready to strike.
The masked man smiled coldly and raised a hand, summoning waves of dark radiation emanating from his skin. The energy was deep purple, unlike the divine radiation Aloysius knew more corrosive and poisonous.
"You've played with fire too long, Herrold," the heavy voice echoed. "Divine radiation isn't a weapon. I'm here to end your game."
Aloysius frowned, feeling the dark energy trying to pierce his defenses. Swiftly, he unleashed a lightning strike, slicing through the air at blinding speed. The lightning clashed with purple radiation waves, producing an explosion of light and shadow.
Their fight was a war of energy and strategy, each attack chipping away at the radiation balance within their bodies, increasing contamination risk.
At one moment, Aloysius leapt into the air, channeling shadow and lightning powers simultaneously. His body glowed with a dark and electric aura, releasing a tremendous force that cracked walls and scattered dust.
But beneath his power, Aloysius realized this dark radiation was not ordinary energy. Something far more dangerous lurked in the shadows of the past something he had never uncovered.
This battle was not just about strength, but also a key to unlocking the mystery of the fallen gods' origins.