Abyssal Sovereign: The Demon's Dominion-Chapter 290 - 289: An equal

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

The two clashed in a heated battle. For the crowd and the Federation, this fight had reached its peak — both warriors going all out, pushing beyond their limits to decide who would emerge victorious and claim the throne.

Caius was in a rush; every strike, every clash between him and Darius was critical. His strength was waning ,draining with every passing second

while Darius's power kept growing, his aura flaring brighter and stronger with each exchange.

Caius moved to the side, narrowly dodging Darius's twin swords as they sliced through the air.

He felt his fists tingle from the mere pressure of the blades.

"What kind of weapons are these?" Caius asked in disbelief. Just being near them sent chills through his body — they radiated both awe and terror.

It was incredible and horrifying at once.

Caius had seen genetically engineered weapons and even divine-grade armaments, yet none compared to what Darius wielded. These swords were something else entirely as if they existed on a higher plane of power, beyond mortal comprehension.

Boom.

Boom.

The battle raged on. Each clash was more than just a struggle for the throne — it was a war of ideals, of pride, of purpose. Both brothers fought not only for the crown but for themselves — to prove something that words never could, to fulfill the goals carved deep within their hearts.

With a thunderous roar, the two collided once more. This time, their strength was perfectly balanced.

The area fell silent. Every spectator held their breath, eyes locked on the fight before them. The energy in the air was suffocating.

"It's happening, isn't it?" Dared asked, feeling the tension rise like a storm inside him.

"Yes," Jake replied calmly. "The two have reached equilibrium. This is the climax of their battle. The next few moments will decide everything. At this point, Darius can finally fulfill his dream — to fight someone with his all — and Caius can prove to himself and the Federation that he isn't just some talentless, worthless prince."

Dared swallowed hard, his expression uncertain as he processed Jake's words.

The crowd stood in silent anticipation, awaiting the final outcome of this legendary clash — and Caius and Darius did not disappoint.

Boom.

Boom.

BOOM.

The planet screamed under their power.

Caius and Darius clashed once again—bare fists against twin purple swords that hummed with destructive intent. The ground trembled violently, space itself bending and folding under their strikes. Every collision tore apart the laws of reality, and time seemed to flicker, skipping moments like a broken recording.

Darius's blades sliced through the air, leaving trails of purple lightning that shredded through the sky. Caius moved like a blur, his fists glowing with demonic energy, each punch strong enough to split mountains and erase worlds. When they collided, the atmosphere ignited, and the heavens bled light.

The shockwaves alone vaporized everything within hundreds of kilometers.

Every being watching through the Federation's celestial broadcast held their breath—their vision filled with blinding light and unending sound. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

CRACK.

A fracture appeared in the planet's crust, expanding rapidly like a spreading web. Lava erupted in the distance, oceans boiled away, and gravity itself distorted, yet the planet endured—it had to. It was a sacred world forged by the ancestors of House Umbraxis, made to host this very battle.

Caius twisted midair, dodging a downward slash that split space like glass. He spun, slamming his leg into Darius's ribs. The hit sent a ripple through existence itself, and Darius shot backward, carving a glowing trench through the sky. But he quickly recovered, his eyes burning brighter—two void-like flames.

"Not bad, brother!" Darius roared, the twin swords spinning in his hands before he vanished.

SWISH.

Caius raised his arm just in time to block a devastating strike. Sparks and light exploded outward, warping everything. Their movements were no longer visible to mortal eyes—only distortions, flashes, and tremors that hinted at the scale of their speed.

For every blow Caius landed, Darius countered with a faster one. For every opening Darius created, Caius closed it with a ruthless burst of energy. Their fight wasn't just physical—it was a clash of souls, of destiny.

The Aeron blood within Caius boiled violently. The stolen power inside him was reaching its peak—fighting to return to its true owner. His body trembled as the demonic essence raged within, threatening to tear him apart.

"Not… yet!" Caius roared, forcing the energy to obey him, his veins glowing black. He lunged forward, punching through Darius's defense, shattering one of the purple swords.

The sound echoed across realms.

Darius staggered backward, blood dripping from his lips, but he laughed—a deep, resonant sound that shook the atmosphere. "You think this is over?" he said, raising his remaining sword. "This power—it's mine, Caius. You just borrowed it."

His aura erupted like a storm.

Purple flames burst from his body, blending with the black demonic energy Caius wielded. The result was catastrophic.

The planet's crust split again, the cracks expanding to the horizon.

Reality began to bend inward—the sky folding like a mirror.

Time distorted; a second stretched into a century, then snapped back.

The Federation's broadcast flickered violently. Every viewer. Powerhouses, generals, civilians—watched in stunned silence as the two figures blurred and vanished into streaks of light.

Then—

BOOM!

The collision created a shockwave that split clouds across the galaxy. Stars dimmed for a moment. Darius's blade clashed with Caius's glowing fist, and the impact rippled through every dimension connected to that world.

"Is this what you wanted, brother?!" Caius shouted, his voice echoing across time. "To fight your equal?!"

"Yes!" Darius shouted back. "And to surpass him!"

They collided again.

And again.

And again.

Each clash created miniature suns that exploded and vanished instantly. Space shattered, reformed, and shattered again. The concept of "up" and "down" ceased to exist—only two figures locked in an endless storm of chaos.

Caius vanished from sight, reappearing above Darius with a strike that could erase galaxies. Darius parried, redirecting it with a twist of his blade. Their movements were seamless,instinct, will, and fury intertwining perfectly.

Every punch from Caius tore open the void. Every swing from Darius carved new dimensions.

In the Federation's grand hall, Dared and Jake stood frozen, watching the live projection flicker violently.

"Unbelievable," Dared whispered. "They're distorting time itself…"

Jake didn't answer. His eyes glowed faintly as he tracked the energy flow between the two brothers. "It's beyond time now," he said. "They're fighting in overlapping layers of reality. Every second for them might be centuries for us."

The crowd gasped as another explosion shook the screen ,colors beyond comprehension bursting outward.

On the battlefield, Caius roared, driving his knee into Darius's chest. Darius coughed blood but grinned, twisting and cutting upward. The blade grazed Caius's chin, slicing open a streak of black flame instead of blood.

They both staggered back, panting.

Caius's eyes flickered white—unstable. "Damn it…" He clenched his fists. "The energy's fading…"

Darius raised his sword, his aura growing. "That's because it was never yours."

Their gazes locked.

The final moment had come.

Both charged at once—time slowing, sound vanishing, reality fracturing under the pressure. The world itself seemed to bow under their will.

"BROTHER!"

"COME!"

BOOOOOOM!

The explosion was unlike anything before.

The entire planet cracked open, light erupting from its core. Reality shattered into billions of fragments, scattering through dimensions. The collision released a shockwave that tore through galaxies, reaching even the farthest corners of the Federation.

Then… silence.

Dust and shattered space filled the void. The world trembled, but the planet—barely—held together.

The broadcast cut to static. For a moment, all was dark.

Then—

a faint image returned.

A ruined battlefield. A broken sky.

And two silhouettes—standing across from each other, barely visible through the swirling chaos.

No one could tell who stood victorious.

No one dared breathe.

In the Federation capital, Dared gripped his chest. "W-who won…?"

Jake's eyes narrowed. "We'll know soon enough."

High above the shattered planet, thunder rumbled in the void—ancient, godlike, and final.

Two lights flared one last time.

Then—BOOM.

The entire screen went white.

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