The sky above the ruined city had turned an unnatural violet, streaked with arcs of energy that twisted reality. Void Mecha hovered silently, katana gleaming, God of Sword pulsing. Chris's hands gripped the controls, eyes narrowing.
Maya stayed close, heart racing. "Chris… that's… him, isn't it? Mecha Dead End?"
Chris didn't answer. The colossal figure in the distance moved with unnatural speed. Its armor was blackened, jagged, energy pulsing with an eerie glow. The voice that came through the distortions was cold, deep, and unyielding.
"I am Azathoth," it intoned, mechanical and divine in unison. "You dare challenge me?"
Chris's jaw tightened. "I don't care what you are. I'm stopping you. Now."
Void Mecha surged forward. Energy shields flared as Azathoth mirrored its movement, massive limbs striking the air with the force of cataclysms. The ground shattered under their weight, skyscrapers splintering like matchsticks.
Maya shouted over the chaos, "Chris! It's… it's endless!"
Chris's eyes burned. "Doesn't matter. There's a pattern. Every god has a weakness. Every machine has a limit."
Void Mecha struck first, blades flashing. Azathoth's defenses flared, energy colliding with energy in a blinding cascade. Sparks, fire, and light warped the air around them.
Azathoth retaliated, launching massive psychic tendrils that twisted space itself. Void Mecha dodged with impossibly precise movements, katana slicing through reality, severing some tendrils midair.
Chris's voice echoed in the cockpit. "Focus, Maya! Watch the openings!"
Maya adjusted the auxiliary drones and shield generators. "I… I've never seen anything move like this!"
Void Mecha leapt high, spinning midair. Chris aimed both swords, targeting the glowing core at the center of Azathoth's chest. Energy collided in a deafening roar, bending the air.
Azathoth screamed—not with sound, but with the very distortion of reality. "You cannot destroy me!"
Chris gritted his teeth. "We don't need to destroy you—we just need to cut your heart out."
With a final, concentrated strike, Void Mecha's Katana Zero and God of Sword pierced Azathoth's core. Light exploded outward, shattering the corrupted energy, tearing the city apart in radiant waves. Azathoth's form trembled violently, jagged armor splitting, energy collapsing inward.
Chris and Maya shielded themselves as the shockwave subsided. When the dust cleared, Void Mecha stood victorious, the colossal figure of Azathoth reduced to sparks and fragments of corrupted energy, fading into nothingness.
Maya exhaled, trembling. "Chris… it's… it's over?"
Chris's jaw tightened, but his eyes were steady. "For now. But the universe… it's full of more like him. And we'll be ready."
Void Mecha's systems hummed calmly, energy stabilizing. Chris slung his katana across his shoulder, looking at Maya.
"Let's go. There's still work to do."
The city lay in ruin, but one thing was clear: the God of Sword and Void Mecha had proven that even the unthinkable could fall.
And somewhere, in the shadows beyond reality, new forces began to stir, watching, waiting for their chance to rise.