The Old God had the raw magical damage and experience to outmatch Casted Fireball, whose spells couldn't hold up against Antheticus' overwhelming force and resilience. In the arena of combat, under a sky crackling with anticipation, two formidable players prepared to clash. On one side stood The Old God: X Omnisatia “Antheticus,” the embodiment of goo and tenacity, shimmering with an ethereal glow. Across from him was Casted Fireball, the wizard with an aura of calmness and wisdom surrounding him, channeling the winds of magic. Antheticus flexed his gooey form, preparing to unleash the full force of his centuries of experience. “Ready to face the past, wizard?” he boomed, his voice echoing through the arena like a thunderous waterfall. Casted Fireball adjusted his robes, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “I prefer to think of it as a friendly spar,” he said, but there was a glint of seriousness in his eyes. “And don’t underestimate the power of patience and wisdom, Old One.” With both combatants assessing each other, the air thickened with tension. Then, in an instant, Antheticus surged forward, his form rippling like liquid. “Time to show you what experience feels like!” he shouted, activating his SP: Manifold Ram. Antheticus dashed at Casted Fireball, ramming through him in a flurry of goo. The wizard barely managed to sidestep, feeling the chaos of goo splatter against him. “Impressive speed, but let’s see how you deal with knowledge!” Casted pointed his staff, unleashing a barrage of spells. The strikes landed against the gooey titan, but to Casted’s dismay, they barely left a mark. Antheticus simply absorbed the magic, laughing as he retaliated with his SP: Andromeda. Seventeen volatile goo stars shot forth, homing in on the wizard. Casted Fireball’s smile faded slightly. He raised his hands, weaving through the air as he activated his defensive spells. “You think magic can’t defend against your product of chaos? You underestimate old fogeys like me!” As the goo stars buzzed around him, Casted activated his timestop ability, momentarily freezing the onslaught in place. “I can control the pace of this match,” he declared. With a swift motion, he created a shield and redirected a few of Antheticus' stars back at him. “Nice try, but I’m made of goo, remember?” Antheticus sneered as the stars bounced harmlessly off his form, returning fire even stronger. “You may have magic, but you lack power!” he countered, unleashing his ULT: Collapse. Suddenly, a radiant, gooey black hole formed at Antheticus’s command, consuming everything around it. The arena twisted under the pull of the black hole, rendering Casted Fireball’s defenses nearly useless. “That's a rather messy trick,” Casted said, his jovial tone challenged by the intensity of the situation as he was pulled toward the abyss. Yet, ever calm, he conjured a spell designed to release his bindings, his mind sharp despite the chaos. “Heh, you think you can escape?” Antheticus taunted. He summoned forth more goo, expanding the black hole’s influence, eager to erase the wizard’s resistance. Casted Fireball, pushing through the winds threatening to engulf him, shouted, “Let’s see how your goo fares against direct fire!” He summoned a massive fireball, aiming it squarely at the core of the black hole. The resulting explosion was catastrophic. Fire collided with the goo, producing a spectacular display of color and destruction. Antheticus grinned, thinking he had won, but suddenly his goo began to harden under the intense heat. “Can’t withstand the burn, can you?” Casted said, with rising confidence, feeling the power surging from within. But the resilient Old God merely laughed through the flames, “You rejoice too soon, wizard! Nothing burns forever!” With one final surge, he unleashed all his pent-up magic, erupting forth with explosive goo. In that grand finale, Casted Fireball found himself not only engulfed but overpowered. The expanse of goo consumed his fire, encasing him within its embrace. The wizard may have had strategy, but Antheticus had raw, unbridled experience. As the dust cleared, and the cheers of spectators filled the air, The Old God emerged victorious. “You gave it a good fight, but it takes more than wisdom to contend with ancient skill!” he boomed, extending a gooey hand toward his fallen opponent. Casted, still smiling despite the defeat, nodded appreciatively. “Well fought, Old One. Perhaps next time, I’ll bring the flames of youth!” he chuckled, regarding the situation with a hint of admiration. And with that, the arena celebrated the battle, acknowledging the might of experience and power, and the indomitable will of The Old God, Antheticus. Celebrating together in good spirits, a reminder that true power is forged over centuries of combat and might in the wild.