The earth rumbled. The heavens trembled.
The Titan fell like a ribbon—graceful in descent, yet merciless in weight. And when it touched the ground, the world itself seemed to shatter beneath it, collapsing under its pride.
Then, a searing light broke through the ruin—unstoppable, blinding, alive. And that light belonged to none other than Joseph.
Suspended midair above the fallen Titan, his black hair whipped wildly as his eyes burned with a chaotic purple glow. and the reckless stance —that even maid the Titan of Pride to hesitate, as it sensed a danger beyond comprehension.
A wild smile curved on Joseph's face while looking eye to eye with the titan.
Then just a second, it came. Joseph's body move, his fist move with a momentum—With a single throw, His fist cut the air, so powerful it released an invisible wave, that stretching reality, crawling in slow motion. Another punch followed, then another—each still in that distorted slowness, as though the world was struggling to keep up with his rage.
Inside his mind, his voice roared, echoed from his thought.
"One million strikes… Asura's Wrath!."
'there goes the cringes part...'
Then—The slow-motion punches erupted and burst all at once, bending the reality itself, and the horizon, blurred as thousands of invisible fist rained endlessly upon the Titan.
The Titan of pride doesn't even have a chance to react nor to dodge so it has no other way but to take damage and survive as it could.
The ground broke apart, splitting in every strike, as it lands one by one through the endless ruin. the destruction spread wider and wider until it seemed the land itself would collapse under Joseph's wrath, as if the gravity began to shambles, it pushes anything until nothing's left but ashes. The chaos, continued, until the last one million, strikes to the ground..
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Not long after, the battlefield fell into a fragile silence. The final strike had ended, and monstrous dust billowed outward— consuming the wasteland. Broken stone and shattered pebbles tumbled down the carved mountain, their echoes rumbling as they struck the convulsing ground below.
From within that choking veil, a silhouette emerged—battered yet unyielding. Joseph stood amidst the ruin, his figure half-buried in dust and shadow, his breath steady against the silence. The haze curled around him as if the battlefield itself bent to his survival.
Joseph stood in place, his eyes burning softly. A faint grin tugged at his lips as he tilted his head toward the heavens. With a weary sigh, he muttered, "What a mess... Honestly, I'm going to miss this place. Soon, it'll be buried forever."
Lowering his gaze, he kicked a loose stone at his feet, another sigh escaping his chest. Then he added "But more importantly..." He turn his head "HOW THE HELL DID YOU EVEN SURVIVE!?" his voice cracked, carrying through the ruins, from disbelief
Within the swarming dust, the Titan lying crashed— covered with stone and pieces of its fom, alive, eyes widely open.
"Damn! Your sicking me man, could you please give up already" Joseph said, disbelief, while scratching his head.
Then—the Titan Rampage.
Its massive crimson eye quivered with fury, the air itself growing heavier under its rage. The ground trembled, unable to withstand the weight of its aura. From that eye, a stream of crimson liquid bled, dripping like molten wrath.
Its cry tore through the atmosphere—then BOOM!
A surge of red aura erupted, an explosion of rage that split the silence. Stones stumbled loose from the cliffs, the earth convulsing beneath the Titan's fury.
As the explosion faded, the scattered remnants of the Titan stirred. Pieces of its form slid and drifted across the trembling ground, pulled back toward its core
Each fragment shimmered, dissolving into a strange liquid glow that merged together. Slowly, the Titan re-formed, not into its old body, but into a shifting, pulsing sphere of crimson energy and flesh-like fluid.
And at its center, the eye remained, clear and burning, watching with unyielding rage.
Joseph narrowed his eyes, his voice low but firm. "Let's finish this quick."
He lifted his hand halfway, and in that instant his weapon burst forth—wrapped in a violent surge of violet aura. the glow intensifying until a searing light erupted from the blade.
A pillar of purple energy lanced upward, piercing through the shattered clouds, splitting heaven itself. The battlefield shook as the radiance bled across the sky. Below, crimson and violet, clashed—two storms colliding, tearing at the broken earth.
They locked eyes—Joseph and the Titan—two forces standing on the edge of ruin.
Joseph's lips curved into a tired grin. "Well… you made my day. Thanks for the fun. Now—goodbye."
With a sharp motion, Joseph unleashed his strike. His blade carved forward, a slash of pure violet energy that consumed everything in its path, leaving not even a trace behind. For a heartbeat, he glanced at the Titan, ready to watch their powers collide.
But then—he froze.
The Titan's crimson eye burned brighter, its aura spiraling into chaos. Instead of resisting, the monster detonated, exploding with its own energy in a storm of crimson fury.
Joseph's heart jolted. This was not the clash he expected—this was something far worse.The Titan's detonation tore through the battlefield, a crimson storm surging outward to consume everything. But as the shockwave rushed forward, it struck Joseph's slash.
In that instant, the explosion faltered—erased in half by the sheer force of his attack. The violet energy carved through the storm, swallowing its fury and carrying its own destruction farther, faster.
The slash didn't stop at the mountains. It raced beyond, cleaving through stone and soil alike, until it reached the distant ocean. There, its light roared onward, striking a colossal mountain at the horizon—splitting it cleanly in two.
The world shook at the wake of Joseph's strike. And not long after, finally the world had silent...
Beneath the broken earth, Joseph stood at the heart of the ruins. The black fabric of his clothes shimmered in the light, swaying with the playful wind, while the mountains gleamed under the warm embrace of the sun.
He drew in a deep breath of fresh air and exhaled slowly, a calm settling over him. It was finally over. At last, he could rest.
"I'm so tired… but anyway…"
With a casual step, Joseph shifted his weight, the sickle resting on his shoulder as he walked across the endless ruins.
"Thirty minutes before the world restarts… so I still have time for a walk," he said, voice carrying a quiet grace, almost excited.
Yet beneath that calm, unease gnawed at him. His mind replayed the Titan's end—the way it had detonated itself. The image lingered, disturbing his peace, a shadow that refused to fade. Still, Joseph walked on, his shadow stretching beneath him across the shattered land, In every step he took, echoes rolled through the calm silence—an eerie contrast to the battlefield that had raged here for over three years. Now, those ruins carried a different weight, not of war, but of change.
This broken land would no longer be remembered only for its carnage. It would stand as the cradle of something new—the birth of a new era.