“Debris and flashes of magitek runes, Izanagi, behold! The spiral laboratory lies in ruins, a heap of charred metal and shattered stone!” Fitran observed the devastated battlefield, his eyes sparkling with intelligence. “The void light has not completely faded, but that spiral energy, ha, continues to emerge from this darkness.”

  Izanagi stepped forward, her voice booming, “Do you dare think you can erase us, Fitran? Primordials like us cannot be extinguished by time or monsters like you!”

  “Erase? No, no, that’s not my concern,” Fitran chuckled softly, “I just want to ensure you don’t have a moment to wreak havoc on the world again.” His hand gripped the void staff, glowing runes emanating a mysterious aura. “I will play cunningly, and you will keep returning only to find this plan more intricate.”

  Izanami emerged from the spiral shadows, her voice bitter, “You fight so hard, Fitran, but the world will continue to spin in our spiral. Immortality is not a curse for us, but for you who keep struggling.”

  “Ah, your immortality seems to make me more agile each time,” Fitran replied sarcastically, “And who says I’m bored? I’m still here, waiting for the moment to turn the tide of this battle.”

  “Look at this magitek glyph,” Fitran grinned, glancing weakly beneath his feet. “Its flicker defines resilience; even if I stab my fingers into the wound, I will endure. And so will you, every time you rise, I will be here, ready to hunt.”

  Fitran stepped forward, his deep red blood creating a trail on the ground. “Try to rise a thousand times again, and I will chase you a thousand and one times. This world does not need a spiral redeemer; they need a witness to the fall of deities, and I am that witness.”

  Izanagi laughed cynically, “Witnesses always lose. Monsters only win as long as the world needs darkness.”

  Fitran frowned, his voice low but firm, “Winning is not what I seek. I just want to see you trapped in darkness longer than you expect.”

  Izanami approached, her spiral swirling, “Blood flows for a world that is reluctant to be remembered. You are weary, Fitran.”

  Fitran stared sharply, “Every wound is a price to pay. No matter how costly—it will be a worthy purchase if it means I can slow your grasp on everything.”

  Izanagi smiled widely, “You are at the end of your breath, Fitran. Why not surrender and let this world conspire in darkness?”

  Fitran laughed, a bitter tone filling the air, “Because a sleeping world is a dead world. As long as there is one monster that never sleeps, you will never be able to dominate everything. Sleep well, if you can.”

  Izanagi: “Spiral Cataclysm!”

  A spiral burst pierced the air, smashing against the void shield that was beginning to crack.

  Fitran: “It seems you still don’t understand, your power will only return to you.”

  Fitran: “Mirror Fracture!”

  The void runes trembled as the energy reversed direction, but the remnants of the spiral power fought back, still threatening. “Look, my skin may burn, but trust me, I can handle this.”

  Izanami: “Spiral Dismember!”

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  The sharp spiral aura split the stone, ensnaring Fitran in a labyrinth of ghostly sounds.

  Fitran: “Whisper, oh ghost. The stronger they whisper, the easier it is for me to bring you down.”

  Fitran: “Event Horizon!”

  He reached it with the void staff, creating a void around him, the approaching spiral diminished, but its energy continued to drain. “Not just space that is empty, but your hope will also vanish.”

  Mira: “Fitran! We can’t help, the magitek is depleted! You have to get out of here!”

  Fitran: “Fleeing? Only deities flee from time, Mira. I will change time itself.”

  Kaoru: “We retreat through the southern route! Don’t hold out alone!”

  Fitran grinned, bloodied, “Alone? Not possible—enemies are always on the dark side of this night.”

  Izanagi and Izanami spun in the air, creating a spiral that radiated magical energy blessed by precise technology. In the midst of that darkness, Fitran stood, his body beginning to sway, his void magic nearly extinguished. Yet, he bit his lip and said, “Do you know what the secret is? Keep fighting, even if it’s futile.”

  Izanami grinned, her voice sharp as a knife, “Do you really think a monster like you will have a happy ending?”

  Fitran smiled bitterly, “Happy? No, that’s not my goal. I just want to prolong your suffering, letting every second feel eternal.”

  Izanagi approached, her eyes full of challenge, “How long can you endure, master of manipulation?”

  Fitran replied coldly, “Until my body turns to dust, while the world forgets the names of all, except for the vengeance I hold.”

  The next spiral attack struck, tearing apart the surrounding space. Fitran nearly fell, but he shouted, “Only one defense remains! My cunning and my rage!”

  Fitran wove a spell in the air, “Void Inversion—we should see time turn!”

  One spiral attack was reversed towards Izanami, her body thrown back but only for a moment. Izanagi blocked, “Primordial Loop!”

  “Like time repeating, my wounds never heal, and this fatigue, oh, feels so familiar,” Fitran challenged.

  Fitran held back a scream, “You may not be able to die, but I know one thing—you hate losing more than anything.”

  Izanagi retorted, “You are merely stalling for time. In the end, the spiral remains eternal.”

  Fitran snorted, blood flowing from his mouth, “Maybe, Izanagi. But every second you waste here, the world gets one more chance to ignore your existence.”

  The space around them began to collapse, magitek machines exploding one by one. “Look at that,” Fitran said, his eyes gleaming with cunning. “They all fall because they cannot withstand the spiral you hold so tightly.”

  Izanami looked at Izanagi, her voice urgent, “We must retreat. This monster’s power will sever our spiral.”

  Izanagi nodded, “Separate. An eternal spiral never dies together.”

  Fitran staggered, holding himself up with the staff, “Run? You eternal cowards! As long as I breathe, you will never feel true victory.”

  As he observed the gaping time rifts, he added, “Too much technology, too little magic. A combination that is easily predictable.”

  Fitran stood still amidst the ruins, his breath heavy but his smile calculating. Mira and Kaoru rushed closer, pulling his body from the debris, “You know, you’re wasting your energy in vain.”

  Mira whispered worriedly, “Fitran, rest. You’ve pushed beyond human limits.”

  Fitran replied in a soft yet firm voice, “Humans easily give up, Mira. But monsters like us will stand until our enemies grow bored.”

  Fitran half-laughed, his voice faint and full of sarcasm, “Humans indeed give up easily. But monsters like us? We only stop when our enemies have grown bored, or when this spiral of darkness pulls me into its depths.”

  Kaoru held her breath, trying to support Fitran, “We can’t lose you here, Fitran! The people need a victory, no matter how small, especially in the midst of this magical storm!”

  Fitran closed his eyes, staring at Kaoru with a sharp gaze, “Victors in this world only know one thing: when to take a pause, before we crush the next opponent with the void power still dormant within us.”

  Amidst the ruins, Fitran finally allowed his body to rest, surrounded by friends and lingering spirits. “Izanami and Izanagi may have vanished, but this spiral—ah, this spiral—still lurks, still waiting to claim me, yet the world... the world has one more day without the old deities,” he said coldly, “thanks to the monster that never fears fatigue or defeat. The war is not over, and tonight... at least, I still stand, challenging everything with my last breath and an unquenchable cunning.”