Dark vader stands in the ship’s beam, his silhouette stark against the storm-ravaged landscape. The ground below is slick with mud and ash, the air thick with the scent of ozone and decay. With a slow, deliberate motion, he descends, boots sinking into the mire as he surveys a world torn by millennia of war.
"This planet reeks of lost hope," he murmurs, gripping his red lightsaber tightly as he steps into the darkness.
Dark vader[/@ch_2] moves, every step deliberate, searching for the elusive Supreme x.]
He advances through the battered streets, rain dripping from his black cape. Lightning splits the sky, painting his red skull face in bloody illumination. His breath echoes in the silence, mechanical and ominous, as he senses a disturbance—a presence lurking just beyond sight.
"Supreme x," he calls into the storm, voice resonant with menace. "Show yourself."
Dark vader[/@ch_2].]
He reacts instantly, blocking the attack with practiced ease, the clash of blades casting eerie green and red glows across the ruins. The green saber, undeterred, spirals high into the stormy clouds, vanishing into the tempest above. For a heartbeat, silence reigns, broken only by thunder.
Supreme x, floating in the rain-soaked sky, extends his muscular arms marked by intricate Tongan tattoos. His cream white hood flutters, and his breastplate gleams under the lightning. His eyes begin to glow a vibrant green, illuminating the swirling storm.
Supreme x[/@ch_1] catches his saber mid-air, descending from the clouds like a meteor. The rain seems to bend around him, his heroic stance defiant against the chaos.]
He lands with a resounding impact, the ground trembling beneath his feet. Lightning dances across his glowing eyes, and his mouth opens in a powerful yell, voice echoing through the ruins. Both warriors stand face to face, energy crackling between them.
"You cannot break what is already broken, Dark vader," he roars, gripping his saber in both hands.
Dark vader presses forward, his red blade slicing through the air with precision. Supreme x counters, tattoos flexing as his saber whirls in a dazzling arc. Lightning flashes illuminate their faces—one a mask of rage, the other glowing with righteous fury. The storm seems to feed off their energy, the world itself trembling.
"Your power is impressive," he growls, "but it will not save you."
"Strength is more than power," Supreme x responds, "It is the will to protect, even in endless night."
The clash reaches a fever pitch—Supreme x's green eyes blazing, Dark vader's red skull gleaming in the storm. Their roars echo through the war-torn city, the energy of their duel warping the very air. At the heart of Ovial 1’s eternal storm, two legends fight not only for victory, but for the soul of a world forever shrouded in darkness.
