the final battle between atriox and yhwach takes a dark and decisive turn. as the two adversaries face each other on the destroyed battlefield of zeta halo, the air is saturated with the weight of desolation and defeat. atriox, with his shattered arm at his feet, is on his knees, his gaze lost in the dust raised by his own desperate attacks. yhwach, the quincy king, remains imposing, the manifestation of his sovereign power encircling him like a halo of vibrant darkness. "this is the end, atriox," yhwach proclaims, his voice as piercing as the force that now renders him invincible, the quincy king advances, the intent to finish the battle emanating from every step, with a single movement, he hits atriox with a wave of energy so powerful that reality itself seems to tremble. atriox falls, his energy dwindling like a flame in the storm, yhwach looks down at the fallen war chief, a glimpse of respect passing through his eyes. "you fought bravely, but the new era is mine to shape," he declares. with atriox defeated, yhwach extends his hand, absorbing the remnants of the galaxy, unifying them under his dark dominion. the banished, now without their war chief, retreat into the shadows of history, whispering prayers for a tomorrow they know will never come, the quincy king reigns supreme, a new order established under the impassive gaze of the ark outside of the galaxy, the balance of existence is irreparably altered, and hope is just a forgotten word in the era of yhwach, the true monarch of the universe. yhwach stands unchallenged, his dominion absolute. across the fallen universes, his will resonates, extinguishing the last embers of resistance. the era of yhwach ushers in silence, broken only by the hollow winds that carry the echoes of his omnipotence. his reign is now eternal, a timeless empire forged in the shadows of his power.
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