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The eyes of all present were fixed on the screen, anticipation hanging thick in the air as they awaited the numbers to appear.

In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stretch on infinitely, each second drawn out in agonizing slowness.

With a low hum, the ancient technology flickered to life, revealing the numbers: 837 vs 20072

The instant the figures materialized, every gaze snapped toward the two individuals at the center of it all.

They hailed from two hardly known races, their presence both enigmatic and formidable.

Without a word, both figures rose from their seats.

In an instant, their forms blurred and vanished from the ground, reappearing high above, suspended in the vast, open sky.

The vast expanse of the sky stretched endlessly before the two combatants, an infinite canvas of blue, unmarred and pristine.

High above the earth, 837 and 20072 floated, suspended by their will alone.

They didn't need wings.

Their powers, honed through centuries of training, allowed them to fly effortlessly, manipulating the forces around them with ease.

The air between them was thick with the tension of impending battle, heavy with the hum of energy that shimmered from their bodies.

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837, a member of the Vrexans, stood tall and poised, his form lean and angular.

His sharp eyes glowed with a steady, faint blue light.

The power he wielded wasn't derived from void or darkness but from the manipulation of electromagnetic fields, a rare and highly dangerous form of control.

With it, he could bend the forces of nature to his will, altering the flow of air, manipulating metals, even creating sudden, explosive bursts of force.

His weapon, a spear, was crafted from a rare alloy, a perfect conductor of his electromagnetic energy.

His movements were fluid, his stance ready.

Across from him, 20072, a member of the Thyrax, exuded a sense of raw power.

His form was broad and muscular, his skin covered in thick, bronze colored scales that reflected the light.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

His golden eyes burned with fierce intensity, and his massive warhammer, a weapon forged in the heart of a dying star, gleamed in the light.

His aura, a radiant golden orange, crackled with elemental power, the very essence of earth and fire flowing through him.

The two locked eyes, and the silent understanding passed between them, the battle was set.

No words were needed.

Only action.

With a sudden burst of force, 837 moved first.

His body shot forward like a comet, his spear raised with deadly intent.

The air around him seemed to shimmer as his electromagnetic power wrapped around him, increasing his speed exponentially.

The world seemed to bend as he cut through the sky, his trajectory aimed precisely at 20072's chest.

His spear crackled with energy, the metal vibrating as it was charged with intense magnetic power, ready to pierce through his opponent's defenses.

20072 reacted immediately.

With the force of a tectonic shift, he swung his massive warhammer up to meet the spear.

The impact was deafening, a shockwave that rattled the air around them and sent ripples through the atmosphere.

His own aura surged with elemental might, bolstering his strength and redirecting the energy of the attack.

The warhammer collided with the spear, sending sparks flying in all directions.

20072's muscles flexed as he absorbed the blow, his stamina holding firm.

But 837 didn't relent.

He swiftly disengaged, his body twisting in the air with an unnatural grace.

He was already preparing for his next strike, his spear darting forward in a series of rapid, precise thrusts, each one designed to find an opening in 20072's defenses.

He could feel his energy levels beginning to dip, his aura flickering ever so slightly as the battle wore on, but he pushed forward, knowing that every attack brought him closer to victory.

20072, with the strength of a mountain, stood his ground, his hammer swinging in devastating arcs to block each strike.

The force of his blows sent tremors through the air, shaking the very fabric of the sky as they clashed.

He was tiring as well, his mana was slowly depleting, and the toll of swinging such a massive weapon was starting to weigh on him. But he was relentless.

His very essence, like the core of the earth itself, was built for endurance.

The two continued to clash, their auras lighting up the sky with explosive brilliance.

Magnetic energy clashed with elemental force as their strikes met in midair, sending shockwaves across the heavens.

Every strike, every move, was calculated.

They knew each other's weaknesses.

They understood that one mistake could mean the end.

But it was 837 who found the opening first.

With a flick of his wrist, his spear shifted, creating a blinding magnetic pulse that sent 20072 stumbling back.

The ground below them trembled as they fought, the force of their battle reverberating through the atmosphere.

They had already moved far from their initial position in the sky, and now they plummeted toward the earth, the momentum of their battle driving them downward.

With one final, devastating swing, 20072 launched himself after 837, his warhammer raised high.

He struck down with a force that would shatter mountains, the blow aimed at 837's head.

But 837 was ready.

At the last moment, he twisted, channeling a powerful surge of electromagnetic energy into his body, using the forces around him to redirect his momentum and narrowly avoid the blow.

His spear whipped out, aiming for 20072's exposed side.

The two collided again, their bodies crashing into the treetops below with a thunderous explosion of sound.

The forest shook violently as trees splintered and rocks shattered.

They crashed through the canopy, their forms tearing through branches and earth, sending debris flying in all directions.

They hit the ground with a brutal force, sending shockwaves across the landscape.

For a moment, the air was still.

Dust and dirt hung in the air, shrouding the battlefield in a thick fog of debris.

The two combatants lay in the wreckage, breathing heavily, their bodies bruised and battered.

Their auras flickered, the intensity of the fight wearing on them.

Both had already pushed their mana and stamina to the limit.

They could feel their energy reserves draining, the overwhelming exhaustion threatening to pull them under.

But neither was willing to give in.

With a grunt, 20072 pushed himself up from the rubble, his warhammer still gripped tightly in his hands.

He could feel his mana slipping away, but his body was still strong.

He could still fight.

His muscles burned with the exertion, but his resolve was unbroken.

837, too, rose to his feet, his spear shaking in his hand.

His aura flickered weakly, and he could feel the strain of his magnetic powers.

He could feel his mana reserves dangerously low, but he wasn't finished yet.

This battle wasn't over.

Not yet.