"Why did you bring us here" the crimson nightmare asked furiously ,he was getting the advantage over him when they were suddenly teleported and brought here.
"Here I can only use 30% of my power" the crimson nightmare added as he offloaded attacks on the purple god.
"Good for me then , I can still use 40% of mine " he responded as he blocked the load of attacks sent his way .
"Why are we battling in front of a mortal" the crimson nightmare asked bewildered as he took in the change in scenery.
The purple god answered him" because when I wanted to link up to this here I felt a strong spiritual qi in the boy, and even a trace of divinity. It made teleporting us here easier". He further added " the boy dies not belong here ,he is meant for the spiritual realm.I feel a semblance of the former king of hell in him ,he even carrii a wisp of his divine power"
"Seems like I have to kill him when am done with you" the crimson nightmare said as he grinned evilly .He suddenly shot out a crimson beam of light from his forehead .
The purple god counteracted ,he said shocked " you still have your divine source here"
"Surprised , I kept it hidden from you but I actually have 50% of my power " the crimson nightmare laughed.
The purple god immediately grew wary because he did not have up to 50% of his power but because of the spiritual connection with the boy ,he could still burn soul fire to give him double of his current strength , but the problem is that when its started , it could not be stopped. He sighed inwardly and thought to himself "the prophecy will come true " as he took a glance at the teenage boy whose body was bloody and he had not moved or made sound since they came.Just silently watching , suffering, dying .He felt pity for him
The purple gods flamboyant air suddenly retracted back into his body and came out looking more fierce and flamboyant than before ,his eyes glowed a faint purple as he faced the crimson nightmare with renewed vigour.
The crimson nightmare looked at him shocked , he stared at his adversary for a moment as well before looking at the boy "I get it now , you want to kill us both and give our powers to the boy ,I'll play along but it will be harder than you think to kill me" he regained his cool as he spoke calmly.
The purple god's eyes gleamed with a fierce intensity as he gazed at the crimson nightmare, his voice dripping with determination. "You think you can play along? You think you can survive against me, especially when I've got the spiritual connection with this boy?"
The crimson nightmare chuckled, its laughter like thunder as it shook the ground beneath their feet. "We'll see about that. You're not the only one with tricks up their sleeve."
With a wave of its hand, the crimson nightmare summoned a swirling vortex of dark energy, which hurtled towards the purple god like a maelstrom of destruction. The latter raised his hand, and a brilliant light burst forth, countering the dark energy with a blast of pure, spiritual power.
The two energies clashed in mid-air, creating a maelstrom of conflicting forces that sent shockwaves rippling through the landscape. The teenager, still lying motionless on the ground, felt his very soul being pulled into the vortex of energy, as if his existence was being torn apart by the conflicting powers.
The purple god's eyes gleamed with a fierce light as he stared at the crimson nightmare. "You may have hidden your true power, but I've got a surprise for you as well."
With a sudden burst of speed, the purple god closed the distance between them, his sword flashing in the fading light. The crimson nightmare laughed, its voice like a crack of thunder, as it countered with a swipe of its massive claws.
The two giants clashed, their battle raging on with increasing ferocity, as the teenager lay helplessly by, his body battered and bruised, his soul torn between the conflicting energies.
The purple god's eyes flickered towards the boy, and for a moment, a glimmer of sorrow crossed his face. He knew that the boy's existence was tied to the outcome of this battle, and that his fate would be sealed one way or another.
The crimson nightmare, sensing an opening, launched a devastating attack that sent the purple god stumbling back. As the latter struggled to regain his footing, the crimson nightmare seized the opportunity to deliver the final blow.
But just as all seemed lost, the purple god's eyes flashed with a fierce, purple light, and his body began to glow with an intense, spiritual energy. The air around him seemed to ripple and distort, as if reality itself was bending to accommodate his newfound power.
The crimson nightmare took a step back, its eyes widening in surprise, as the purple god unleashed a blast of energy that shook the very foundations of the world. The teenager, still lying on the ground, felt his soul being drawn into the vortex of energy, and for a moment, he saw a glimmer of hope.
But it was too late. The crimson nightmare countered with a wave of its hand, and the purple god stumbled back, his energy faltering. The teenager's vision began to fade, and he knew that his time was running out.
In a last-ditch effort, the purple god reached out with his spiritual energy, connecting with the boy's soul. The teenager felt a surge of power course through his veins, and his body began to glow with a faint, purple light.
The crimson nightmare's eyes widened in shock as it realized what the purple god was doing. "You can't be serious," it growled, but the purple god just smiled, his eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity.
With a final burst of energy, the purple god transferred a portion of his own spiritual power into the teenager's body, hoping against hope that it would be enough to save him. The boy's body glowed with an intense, purple light, and for a moment, it seemed as if he might actually survive.
But it was too late. The crimson nightmare's attack had already taken its toll, and the teenager's body lay still, his existence extinguished in an instant. The purple god's eyes gleamed with a fierce sorrow as he realized that his plan had come too late.
The crimson nightmare took advantage of the purple god's momentary distraction to land a crushing blow, sending him stumbling back. As the purple god struggled to regain his footing, the crimson nightmare seized the opportunity to deliver the final blow.
And yet, even as the teenager's life slipped away, he felt a strange sense of peace, a sense that his existence had been more than just a fleeting moment in the annals of time. The purple god's eyes locked onto his, and for a moment, they shared a deep understanding.
The teenager's vision began to fade, but he saw the purple god's form begin to blur and distort, as if reality itself was bending to accommodate a new reality. He felt his soul being pulled towards a realm beyond his comprehension, a realm where the secrets of the universe awaited.
As his life slipped away, the teenager realized that his confession to the girl he liked had been the catalyst for this entire event. He had been chosen, it seemed, to play a role in a much larger drama, one that would shape the course of history for ages to come.
And with that thought, the teenager's vision went dark, his existence extinguished in an instant, leaving behind only the faintest whisper of his presence, a whisper that would echo through the realms of time.