The universe screamed.
Hades and Uranus fought with pure strength, as if they decided to settle the fight with brute force.
Reality itself twisted, reshaped, distorted, unable to withstand the sheer force of their battle. The very order of the cosmos shifted with each blow exchanged.
There was no divine weapons.
There was no reality bending attacks.
No grand displays of godly authority.
This was pure, raw combat.
Two gods. Two fighters. Two unstoppable forces—clashing with nothing but their own bodies.
Fists flew like meteors.
Kicks struck like collapsing stars.
Their golden ichor splattered across the cosmos, forming entire nebulae in their wake.
With every impact, black holes formed and collapsed, entire galaxies shattered, the boundaries of existence wavered.
And yet, neither backed down.
Hades snarled, his flaming body moving with inhuman speed.
His fist struck Uranus' jaw with such force that space itself cracked, the shockwave rupturing entire solar systems.
