The nuclear chaos planet quaked under the presence of The Nameless Mist. Its form twisted endlessly, tendrils of smoke and shadow lashing across the battlefield, striking Void Mecha from every direction.
Maya and Yoguruma ducked behind debris, eyes wide with awe and terror. "It's… it's everywhere at once!" Maya gasped.
Void Mecha staggered from a sudden strike, sparks flying across its armor. Chris's hands clenched the controls, jaw tight. "It's mocking me… trying to break me before I can even fight back."
The Nameless Mist's voice echoed across the wasteland, deep and resonant. "You… cannot strike me… you are nothing… I am the storm before existence itself…"
Chris's eyes narrowed. "Then I'll show you what nothing can't handle."
The God of Sword flared, light blazing across Void Mecha's frame. The mecha surged forward, cutting through shadowy tendrils, energy pulsing in sync with Chris's will. Every strike carved a path through the ever-shifting darkness, forcing the impossible entity to reform repeatedly.
The Nameless Mist roared—or what passed for a roar—launching a barrage of concentrated shadow strikes that tore through the ground, splintered rock, and warped gravity. Void Mecha blocked, twisted, and countered with fluid precision, its movements faster and sharper than ever before.
Chris's voice rang over the chaos. "Enough! Time to end this!"
The God of Sword pulsed violently, energy spilling from the blades in waves that lit the darkened sky. Void Mecha charged, its twin blades slicing through the tendrils, the air itself bending under the force of the strikes. The Nameless Mist shrieked, its form destabilizing as the light of the God of Sword pierced the shadows.
With one final, decisive swing, Void Mecha drove the blades through the heart of the entity. The Nameless Mist writhed, twisting violently, shadows peeling away as if existence itself recoiled. Then—silence.
The mist collapsed into nothingness. The nuclear chaos planet trembled once more as the oppressive presence dissipated.
Maya fell to her knees, trembling. "I… I can't believe it… it's… gone."
Yoguruma muttered, eyes wide, "Chris… you actually killed it…"
Chris's expression was calm but burning with intensity. "It's over. For now. But something… is coming."
From the void beyond the battlefield, darkness stirred. Shadows coalesced into a deeper, more malevolent form. A voice resonated, cold and commanding, cutting through the silence left by The Nameless Mist.
"Azadeadthoendth… awaken. The time has come."
Chris's eyes narrowed. "No… it's not over. Void Mecha, prepare. This is far from done."
Above the nuclear chaos planet, the energy of a new threat rippled across the skies, heralding the return of Mecha Dead End as Azadeadthoendth, and signaling that the true battle of Volume 3 was only beginning.