The battlefield still smoked from the previous clash. Void Mecha hovered above the jagged ruins, energy radiating from the God of Sword. Mecha Padagrhma's colossal arms braced, surveying the remnants of the three monstrous Lovecraftian horrors.
Chris's eyes scanned the scene, calculating. "They're weakened… but not gone. Focus. Finish this."
The twisted form of Darkness writhed in the air, attempting to reform, shadows lashing outward. Shub-Niggurath's countless limbs flailed, struggling to maintain cohesion after the devastating assault.
Void Mecha's blades flared brighter than ever. Chris moved with precision, combining attacks and strikes with Mecha Padagrhma's devastating blows.
Mecha Padagrhma slammed into Shub-Niggurath, breaking apart its writhing limbs, energy cascading across the battlefield.
Void Mecha leapt through the air, slicing through Darkness's voidy form, each strike destabilizing its existence.
The God of Sword pulsed violently, light piercing the shadows. Void Mecha's strike landed with a force that cut through not only Darkness but the very concept of its existence, shredding its essence into nothingness.
Chris gritted his teeth. "Now… Shub-Niggurath."
With a synchronized assault, Void Mecha and Mecha Padagrhma unleashed everything they had: energy blades, shockwave punches, and precision strikes aimed at the writhing mass. Shub-Niggurath screamed—not in sound, but in the fabric of reality—as its limbs were torn apart and its essence dissolved by the combined assault.
The battlefield went eerily silent. Two of the greatest horrors of the nuclear chaos planet were obliterated, leaving only wreckage and lingering energy pulses.
Far to the horizon, Dagon, battered and bleeding from countless blows, glared back at the victors. Its form twisted, fractured from the onslaught, but it managed to escape into the void, limping away with survival instincts stronger than its pride.
Maya exhaled, relief and awe mingling in her voice. "They… they're gone. Darkness… Shub-Niggurath… finished…"
Yoguruma swallowed, staring at the horizon. "And… Dagon… still alive. But… hurt really bad."
Chris's eyes narrowed toward the distant castle. "Dagon escapes… but that's temporary. Our real target is still waiting. Azadeadthoendth… it's time."
The nuclear chaos planet shook, molten debris cascading from craters as the shadow of the castle loomed above. Void Mecha and Mecha Padagrhma hovered side by side, ready for the next fight—the confrontation with Azadeadthoendth that would decide the fate of this universe.