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In the midst of their eerie encounter beneath the moon's ghostly glow, Akun's mind raced like a storm. His eyes fixated on the ominous scythe that Xalender had summoned from the very fabric of space itself.

"The unknown," Akun pondered, "is always a very dangerous variable in any battle." His gaze remained locked on that menacing weapon. "I can't afford to let him ues that wepon against me. Who knows what effects it has."

Determined, he mused further, "I have to end this quickly. No room for hesitation or mistakes. One wrong move, and I might not get another chance."

With the moonlight casting an eerie aura around them, Akun readied himself, his dark armor gleaming ominously. He had no intention of giving Xalender an opportunity to reveal the full extent of his newfound powers.

As the battlefield crackled with tension, Akun's mind whirled into action. His first priority: create some distance between himself and the enigmatic Xalender.

With a powerful leap backward, Akun sent shockwaves rippling through the earth, forming a crater where he had stood just moments before. But his tactical retreat was abruptly disrupted. Time itself seemed to stretch as Xalender, who had been in Akun's line of sight, vanished like a ghost.

Panic coursed through Akun's thoughts as his eyes frantically scanned the shifting battlefield. "Where did he go?" he muttered, his senses on high alert.

A sudden, icy sensation gripped his back, numbing his skin.

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Swiftly connecting the dots, Akun tapped into his aspect power, catapulting himself back to the spot he had jumped from.

Whirling around to face his mysterious opponent, he was met with Xalender, a chilling grin twisting his features.

"Amazing, simply amazing," Xalender remarked, the cryptic nature of the situation only deepening.

Akun's mind raced as he tried to make sense of Xalender's astonishing maneuver. "He got behind me? How?" he pondered. Was it a skill, an uncanny ability to manipulate time, or sheer speed? In situations like this, it was always best to assume the worst, and the worst, in this case, was that Xalender was even faster and more formidable than Akun had anticipated.

"If he's that fast, then I have to get off the ground and into the air," Akun's thoughts raced as he quickly formulated a new strategy.

Using his aspect power, Akun instantly propelled himself into the air, seeking to gain an advantage over his formidable adversary.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Akun's determination to defeat Xalender grew stronger with each passing moment. He looked around at the considerable damage inflicted upon the battlefield, a result of their fierce clash. However, such concerns were pushed aside as he focused on the imminent confrontation.

With newfound power and determination, Akun initiated a unique and rarely used ability. Above him, enigmatic constructs began to manifest, coalescing into the shape of a colossal railgun, their black silver surfaces glinting ominously in the moonlight.

They spun vigorously, gathering energy and intensity.

Akun channeled his aspect power into the constructs, causing them to spin even faster, building up an incredible amount of force. With a commanding gesture, he pointed his hand forward, mimicking the stance of a marksman taking aim.

"Fire! Silver railgun," Akun declared with unwavering resolve.

The charged constructs responded to his command, propelling a black silver rod forward with tremendous speed. The air crackled with energy as the projectile hurtled towards Xalender, guided by Akun's precise aim. The battlefield seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of the impending clash.

In the tense moment, Xalender executed an extraordinary feat, he couldn't resist a touch of arrogance. As the black silver projectile hurtled toward him, he casually remarked, "Foolish mortal, are you trying to go against the power of a god?"

His words dripped with smug certainty, as if he considered Akun's attempt to be utterly futile. Yet, it was this very confidence that spurred Xalender to perform his incredible display of power.

He subtly adjusted his posture, his feet finding an almost balletic stance, and his fingers wrapped firmly around the handle of his ominous scythe.

The black silver bullet hurtled forth with tremendous velocity, aimed directly at the godly being. As it neared Xalender, it seemed as if time itself had slowed to witness the unfolding spectacle. The moonlight bathed the scene in an eerie glow, casting elongated shadows that danced with the tension in the air.

The outcome was awe-inspiring. The black silver bullet, so carefully crafted by Akun's immense power, succumbed to Xalender's godly might. The scythe sliced through it effortlessly, as though it were a hot knife cutting through butter.

Astonishment rippled through Akun as he beheld Xalender's awe-inspiring feat. The God of Death had effortlessly split the projectile from the silver railgun into two distinct halves.

The impact was cataclysmic. The halves of the bullet thundered into the earth behind Xalender, carving out enormous craters in their wake. Dust and debris erupted into the night air, shrouding the battlefield in a chaotic maelstrom of particles.

"H... He... Cut it in half?!" Akun mutterd in disbelief.

Akun's brow furrowed with a mix of admiration and wariness. It was evident that Xalender was a force to be reckoned with, possessing not only exceptional speed but an extraordinary mastery of his powers. The confrontation had intensified, and Akun realized that victory would not come easily in this harrowing battle.

In the stillness of the moment, Akun sensed that ominous chill creeping in once more.

"Wait this sensation, but I'm in the sky this time. Wait can he also fly." Akun's thoughts raced as he turned his head to look behind himself.

Before he could react, Xalender's voice pierced the air, his words hanging heavy with finality.

"It was truly entertaining to witness all the things you have done this night," Xalender intoned. "But I must end things here. I don't have much time left."

Xalender's scythe hovered dangerously close to Akun's neck, its presence an imminent threat. Time stretched out, seconds feeling like eternities, as Akun grappled with the reality that he might meet his end on this fateful night.

[Ding!! The player is in close proximity of an †Authority† dose the player wish to consume it to chaos evolve?]