Amber of its cruelity

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Above the shattered world — red sky split by storms of flame and blood.

Dregoth, the colossal blood dragon, roars — wings shredding clouds. Upon his armored back stands Dracula, cloak whipping, sword drawn. Beneath him, oceans of blood spiral through the air like living rivers.

Opposite him: Muhamed astride the giant Holy Spirit Warrior — a towering, human-shaped guardian clad in blinding silver, eyes burning with divine fire. Muhamed grips its crown like a throne, sword of holy flame in hand.

They face each other — no ground left, only sky and ruin.

Dracula (voice like thunder):

"Crimson Blood — DESTROY!"

He raises his blade — veins of blood explode outward, carving burning scars through the clouds, the air, even the space itself. The wind screams — reality tears.

Muhamed leaps, the Holy Spirit Warrior swings its titanic sword — clang! Sparks like suns.

Muhamed:

"I won't let you desecrate this world, Dracula! This ends with you!"

Dracula smiles — crimson steam curls from his eyes.

Dracula:

"Then perish — Scarlet Genesis!"

His blood swirls, expands — devouring the sky. Entire dimensions warp — forests, mountains far below dissolve into rivers of living blood, fed into Dracula's domain.

Muhamed (shouting):

"HOLY SPIRIT — DESTRUCTION OF DESTRUCTION!"

A haloed cross ignites behind him. The Holy Spirit Warrior's blade glows white — it cleaves the sky, cuts through Dracula's sea of blood — BOOM! An eruption of light tears Dregoth's face apart — half his scales melt in holy fire.

Dracula staggers — one eye glaring, unyielding.

Dracula (snarling):

"Enough — Dregoth, regenerate!"

Blood knits dragonflesh — bone grows back in seconds.

Dracula (raising arms wide):

"Blood Crimson Oblivion — let all be NOTHING!"

The entire horizon floods with red. Stone, air, stars — they dissolve into liquid ruin. The world blurs — possibility, time, even memory turns to dust within Dracula's crimson domain.

Muhamed roars — the Holy Spirit Warrior lifts its sword — channels pure divine ruin.

Muhamed:

"HOLY SPIRIT — VOID ERASURE!"

A sphere of emptiness blooms — eats Dracula's storm. The clash twists space — Crack! The dimension buckles — Dregoth screams as his scales peel away. Muhamed's flesh burns under the Holy Spirit's backlash — holy marks searing his skin.

But Dracula stands — one hand on Dregoth's skull, laughing, blood trailing like serpents.

Dracula:

"Ragnarök of Blood! All endings — MINE!"

The crimson vortex engulfs them both — the Holy Spirit Warrior shatters — Muhamed is hurled free — impaled by countless veins of blood. He gasps, falls — the void half-formed.

Suddenly — a burst of radiance — wings of molten gold.

An Angel descends — blade of dawn in hand.

Angel (voice echoing through all creation):

"Dracula, Child of the Abyss — ENOUGH."

In one swing — the angel's sword pierces Dracula's chest. Dregoth's howl becomes silence — the dragon's flesh petrifies, turning to stone that falls from the sky like meteors.

Dracula snarls — tries to speak — only blood bubbles from his lips.