The crimson nightmare was on point ,the purple god wanted to kill them both and let the kid absorb their divine sources .The purple god was quiet as he reached for his chest and clenched something, he brought out a sword.
A flashy purple sword that was formed from soul essence . The sword had black dots and white stars on it that showed is connection to the void.
The crimson nightmare followed suit and brought out a scythe that was blood red in color.
They continued fighting soon after as their blows carried Shockwave's that affected the youth who was still motionless .The only reason he was still alive was because the purple god was sustaining his body with spirit qi.
Their new found strength put a lot of pressure on the youth as he started crying blood from the pain.
The two gods did their most powerful attacks with devastated the planets surface and made the earth to quake, they paused for a moment before they shrank to normal size and collapsing.
The youth released from the pressure fell down as well, only a breath away from death.He was only still alive because purple god had been taking mist of the impact for him.
As soon as he was released from the pressure he fainted. Both the crimson and purple aura entering his body.With two new aura's entering his body a darkish aura came out o stabilise before silently going back .
"Will you stay with him or should I" the crimson nightmare said weakly as he coughed out blood and pieces of his internal organs.
"Don't worry I will stay with him ,until his soul expels my consciousness" the purple god spoke with even more difficulty.
He smiled before saying " I will ... send you guys home"the crimson nightmare said before using what remained of his power to send them to the spirit realm
Meanwhile the purple god sent his consciousness into the youth before they both disappeared.
"That boy absorbed the divine sources of two gods ,... he better be stronger than I" he chuckled a little before dying.
No one on earth knew what made the earth tremble and an earthquake but by the time others came to the scene they were gone.
As the crimson nightmare's words hung in the air, the purple god's expression turned solemn, his eyes burning with an inner fire. With a slow, deliberate movement, he reached into his chest and clenched his fist, pulling out a sword that shone with a flashy purple light. The sword was formed from soul essence, its surface etched with black dots and white stars that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy.
The crimson nightmare responded in kind, its own hand reaching out to grasp a scythe that glowed with a blood-red aura. The two gods faced each other, their eyes locked in a fierce stare as they began to exchange blows.
Their battle was a spectacular display of power, with each strike sending shockwaves that rippled through the air and shook the ground beneath them. The youth, still motionless on the ground, felt the pressure of their battle bearing down on him, his body screaming in agony as the spiritual energy of the two gods washed over him.
Despite his suffering, the youth remained alive, sustained by the purple god's spirit qi that continued to nourish his body. But as the battle raged on, the youth's pain grew, his body beginning to crack and bleed as the pressure became too much to bear.
The two gods unleashed their most powerful attacks, devastating the planet's surface and sending the earth quaking beneath their feet. The ground cracked and splintered, massive chasms opening up as the very fabric of reality seemed to tear apart.
And yet, despite the destruction they wrought, the two gods seemed to be evenly matched, their powers canceling each other out as they exchanged blow for blow. Finally, they paused, their chests heaving with exhaustion as they collapsed to the ground.
The youth, released from the pressure of their battle, fell to the ground as well, his body only a breath away from death. But as he lay there, he felt a strange sensation, as if his body was being infused with a new, darkish aura that seemed to stabilize his vital energy.
The crimson nightmare and the purple god lay beside him, their auras mingling with his as they struggled to speak. "Will you stay with him, or should I?" the crimson nightmare asked weakly, its voice barely audible over the sound of its own labored breathing.
The purple god smiled, his eyes shining with a fierce light. "Don't worry, I will stay with him, until his soul expels my consciousness."
The crimson nightmare nodded, a hint of a smile on its own face. "I will... send you guys home," it said, using what remained of its power to create a portal that would send them to the spirit realm.
As the crimson nightmare's words faded away, the purple god sent his own consciousness into the youth's body, merging with his soul in a way that seemed almost symbiotic. The youth's body began to glow with a soft, ethereal light, as if his very essence was being transformed by the infusion of the two gods' auras.
The crimson nightmare's voice was barely audible as it spoke its final words. "That boy absorbed the divine sources of two gods... he better be stronger than I."
The purple god chuckled, his voice weak but full of amusement. And with that, his consciousness merged with the youth's, disappearing into the depths of his soul.
The earth trembled and shook, the earthquake that had been building in intensity finally subsiding as the two gods and the youth vanished into the spirit realm. The scene was left desolate and barren, the only sign of the battle that had taken place being the shattered remains of the landscape and the faint, pulsating glow of the youth's aura.
No one on earth knew what had caused the earthquake, or what had made the ground shake with such fury. But by the time others came to the scene, the battle was over, and the two combatants were gone, lost in the vast expanse of the spirit realm.
The youth, now infused with the auras of the two gods, lay motionless, his body a vessel for the divine energy that had been imparted to him. His soul, now merged with that of the purple god, seemed to be undergoing a transformation, as if his very essence was being rewritten to accommodate the power that had been given to him.
And as he lay there, the youth's eyes flickered open, his gaze unfocused as he struggled to comprehend the new reality that had been thrust upon him. He was no longer the same person he had been just moments before, his body and soul forever changed by the battle of the two gods.
The youth's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with questions and doubts. What did this mean for him? What kind of power did he now possess? And what lay ahead, now that he had been imbued with the divine energy of the two gods?
Only time would tell, but one thing was certain: the youth's life would never be the same again.