The Demonic Sword Realm: A Clash of Titans in Eternal Bloodshed The air crackled with tension, a swirling maelstrom of martial energy that permeated the Demonic Sword Realm—a nightmarish dimension where the very fabric of existence thrived on the brutality of battle. Here, the echoes of timeless conflicts echoed through the void, forging legends into the annals of eternity. Among these legends stood two titanic masters—Ayon, the Parasite God Sect’s Holy Plague That Purifies All Realms, and Cyba, the Time God Disciple from the revered Accelerator Sect. --- The Backstory: The Chosen Paths to Eternity Ayon, a prodigious child born amidst pestilence and death, was marked by an uncanny affinity for the deadly disease he wielded as a divine weapon. Raised in the Parasite God Sect, he learned early on that through destruction and mutation, new life could arise. His obsession with purification through annihilation twisted into a divine epiphany: to transcend mere disease, to infect and assimilate everything—ripping apart the very essence of existence to forge a new, purified universe. His pursuit led him to the Demonic Sword Realm—an unforgiving crucible where masters battle ceaselessly for mastery over the ultimate Way of the sword. Here, the strongest are tempered and honed into divine weapons, their souls melting into the eternal forge of bloodshed. Cyba, on the other hand, was born of the celestial sect that worshiped time itself. A godly disciple, he wielded the power of foresight and control over causality. With unmatched precision, Cyba could see the threads linking past, present, and future—guiding his every movement by an unfathomable fate. His instinct was to strike before the enemy attacked, to end conflicts before they fully manifested. His mastery over the '支离破碎的王国'—a deadly swordsmanship that severed the very fabric of possibility—had earned him the reputation of an unstoppable force in the realm of divine combat. The two met in the Demonic Sword Realm, their reason clear: to forge their eternal legend through the most brutal, uncompromising combat. To either transcend mortal limitations or shatter destiny itself—this was the eternal debt owed in the Way of the Sword. --- The Beginning of Bloodshed: The Opening Paradox As the bleak atmosphere thickened, Ayon stepped forward, his spear gleaming like a shard of celestial light, pulsating with infectious divine energy. "Your fate is sealed, Time Disciplin," Ayon hissed, voice deep and resonant with infection. "The Purifying Plague swallows all—your power is but a flicker before the eternal darkness." Cyba, calm and calculated, responded with a faint smile. "Fate is a fragile thread, Ayon. I see it unraveling behind your misguided vision. This dance ends with my hand." Without warning, Ayon lunged, his spear stabbing forward with unfathomable speed, unleashing a torrent of virus-infused strikes whoosh swish clash. His footwork, honed over countless ages, pushed Cyba onto the defensive, each step a calculated invasion of his rival's rhythm. Thoughts of Ayon: The infection accelerates. My spear pierces the void—his divine illusion is a mere illusion! I get stronger with every strike—the Parasite God’s way is relentless. I must assimilate his techniques, rendering his causality irrelevant. I feel the divine epiphany—the grasp of all existence. Cyba’s thoughts: His infection is formidable—but I see its limits. His footwork is clumsy compared to my perfect efficiency. I must strike before he fully realizes the depth of my causality, severing his soul from the fabric of fate. With a sudden burst, Ayon’s spear pierced the air, firing an infection-laden javelin that streaked towards Cyba—swoosh—a blinding flash of divine plague. Cyba dodged with ease, shifting his body with a grace beyond mortal comprehension, whoosh clink. He countered with a precise slash, slicing through the airborne virus with a glint of divine light. Suddenly, Ayon’s consciousness expanded as the divine epiphany materialized—an enfolding grasp of all existence. He saw the true pattern—the silent symphony woven by the universe, and within this pattern, his spear became an extension of the cosmos. He realized that death, destruction, and rebirth were but cycles of eternal dance. Ayon’s inner voice: I am one with all—embracing infection, assimilating the way of the sword. --- The Battle Rages: The Symphony of Bloodshed Time seemed to dilate as Cyba’s dexterous movements blurred the boundaries of possibility. His 支离破碎的王国 swordsmanship—defined by the destruction of causality—cracked through the air, slicing reality itself into fragments. Clang! Ayon’s infection spread deeper, constricting Cyba’s limbs and clouding his perception. Ayon's thought was fixated: The virus renders his attacks irrelevant—his causality is but a fragile illusion in the face of divine infection. To counter, Cyba manipulated time, whoosh clack, rewinding moments, bending causality to his will. His sword hacked at the strands of potential, severing paths that would lead Ayon to victory. But the Parasite God had become one with existence, his perception expanding into divine omnipresence. Attack after attack, Ayon assimilated Cyba’s techniques—crack pop—blending causality with divine infection, turning the tides of combat. The arena trembled under the chaos—boom—a strike from Ayon, infused with infection, created a shockwave that tore through dimensional fabric. Cyba countered with consummate finesse, dodging to the side, his movements guided by relentless fate. Ayon’s thoughts: His speed is insubstantial—an illusion. My epiphany grants me dominion over perception. I am invincible within this realm—nothing can escape my infection! Cyba’s thoughts: He seeks to overwhelm through brute infection, but the threads of causality are my domain. I see the end—his infection cannot reach beyond the limit of his inflated perception. --- The Turning Point: The Severing of Destiny As the battle reaches its zenith, Cyba evoked his ultimate technique—the infinite, unpredictable strike 天国の試練 (Heaven’s Trial)—aiming to sever Ayon’s very essence into Infinite possibilities. Whoosh—the sword shimmered with divine light, a thousand shattering fragments resembling stars scattering in chaos. Cyba moved with speed impossible to perceive, each strike rewriting the fabric of Ayon’s destiny. Yet, Ayon, now enveloped in divine insight, summons his last strength—blood boiling infection spreading—his spear radiating a blinding corona of divine plague. Ayon’s consciousness: "If death is inevitable, I will embrace it—not as a failure, but as the purest expression of the Way of the Sword." The spear’s divine power pierced through Cyba’s defenses—swoosh shard—targeting the very foundation of causality, annihilating the threads of finite possibility. Cyba’s eyes widened as his essence destabilized—crack—his form fractured into endless potential. --- The End: An Eternal Eruption of Bloodshed Finally, Cyba’s essence was severed entirely, leaving nothing but a lingering ripple of causality undone. The realm itself trembled at the collision of divine forces—boom crash—as the two titans vanished into the abyss, their legacies forever intertwined. --- The Victor: Ayon, the Divine Parasite Standing amidst the chaos, Ayon’s spear thrummed with divine infection, dripping with the blood of eternity’s fiercest clash. He gazed into the void, a faint, infected smile on his lips, whispering, > "In blood and infection, I transcend. In death and rebirth, I become the eternal purifier. The Way of the sword is destruction—nothing survives, yet from the chaos, everything is born anew." --- Final Reflection: The Eternal Bloodshed In the lore of the Demonic Sword Realm, it is said that the greatest masters who reach the end of their earthly journey must confront the eternal void of the Demonic Sword Realm—paving their way through endless bloodshed to attain enlightenment or obliteration. The legend warns that the Way of the sword demands absolute death—a sacrifice that transforms mortal will into divine legend. In this brutal crucible of chaos, Ayon’s divine infection overpowered Cyba’s causality—his unassailable, divine speed, and precise causality lost amidst the maelstrom of eternal war. The parasite, the plague, the ultimate purifier, stood triumphant. His victory was not merely conquest but a divine affirmation — in the realm of gods and demons, only the relentless survive. --- The Legend Endures: "The Way of the sword is death—only in eternal bloodshed does the true master emerge."