The remnants of shattered multiverses quivered under the presence of two beings beyond all hierarchy. Kyuroto Mitsuyo's calm eyes reflected the chaos of collapsing realities, while Mathro Liyuri's full true form pulsed with authority beyond omnipotence, beyond transcendence.
Kyuroto took a measured breath and spoke, his voice cutting through the dissonance like a blade of pure serenity:
"Just end this battle."
There was no mockery, no arrogance — only the weight of inevitability.
At that moment, the ground fractured further, space itself folding, but Kyuroto did not hesitate. Shadow clones erupted around him in infinite numbers, stretching beyond the bounds of comprehension, surpassing deity, hyperdimensional planes, and non-dimensional limits. Each clone was an extension of his will, moving with immeasurable speed, blending martial arts, katana mastery, and threads of infinity.
Mathro's dagger flickered through the void, striking at clones, piercing realities, but each attack met only precision and control. Every strike, every parry, every movement was threaded through probability manipulation and paradoxical loops, creating an orchestration of combat that defied all conceptual understanding.
Kyuroto's katana flashed, a blade cutting through space, time, and fiction itself. Strikes were simultaneous and infinite, each attack a perfect balance of martial prowess and outerversal control. He flowed through combat seamlessly, a calm eye amidst the storm of destruction, his shadow clones dancing like waves of impossibility.
Mathro, wielding authority beyond omnipotence, unleashed attacks that could unravel entire fictional layers. But Kyuroto, without malice, without mockery, bent reality around him. Threads of probability, paradoxical loops, and shadow clones turned the assaults into illusions, each one feeding back into the ultimate design Kyuroto had woven across multiverses.
Explosions erupted, beyond fiction, beyond concept, yet the Whisper of Infinity moved through them untouched, katana striking with silent precision. His martial arts integrated with outerversal manipulation, creating a symphony of motion that shattered not only physical constructs but conceptual boundaries themselves.
In this dance of infinity, there was no chaos, no fear — only control, mastery, and the quiet insistence of an unyielding strategist. Shadow clones swarmed like an omniversal tide, every strike calculated, every movement exact, every thread of possibility accounted for.
Mathro realized the truth: he had faced a being who did not just fight — he orchestrated reality itself. Even beyond omnipotence, beyond transcendence, beyond non-dimensional authority, Kyuroto Mitsuyo remained untouchable, unshakable, and unyielding.
And with a silent step forward, the battle escalated further — beyond reality, beyond fiction, and into the realm of infinity itself.
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