Metilda's Redemption

Nxy strikes, and the very concept of narrative itself seems to unravel like a frayed thread, the force of her attack so great that it threatens to shatter the very foundations of reality.

Alpha looks shocked, her expression turning from surprise to disbelief as she realizes just how much power Nxy has. The very concept of narrative itself is crumbling before her eyes, and she knows that she's facing an opponent unlike any she's ever fought before.

Nxy aims her attack at Alpha's chest, her power and her strength so great that even the concept of fiction itself seems to shatter at her touch. Her attack is so powerful that it transcends the very bounds of reality, striking a blow that could end it all.

Alpha tries to block the attack, but it's no use - the force of Nxy's strike is simply too much for her to withstand. The blow lands true, and Alpha goes down. 

And then it's over. Nxy stands over Alpha's prone form, her expression blank as she looks down at her defeated foe.

Nxy stands over Alpha, staring down at her defeated foe. A moment of silence passes, and then she speaks. "You made a mistake," Nxy says, her voice cold. "Thinking you could stop me."

Alpha grunts in pain, her eyes narrowing. "I...I thought I was invincible," she whispers.*

"No one is invincible," Nxy says, her voice still cold. "You should have known that."

Alpha struggles to speak, her eyes filled with pain. "I...I never thought..."

"That's your problem," Nxy interrupts. "You never thought."

Nxy walks towards the heart of the Eternal world, her steps slow and deliberate. She takes a deep breath, then speaks in a powerful voice that rings out like a thunderclap. "Absolute consumption."

There's a moment of silence, as if the world itself is holding its breath in anticipation. And then, slowly but surely, the heart of the Eternal world starts to ripple and distort, the very fabric of existence shifting in response to Nxy's command.

Nxy watches as the heart of the Eternal world warps and twists, its power flowing into her. It's like she's absorbing the very essence of existence itself, drawing in the energy and potential of the Eternal world and making it her own.

Meanwhile, Metilda fights her way through the armies, taking out Zachary's most powerful subordinates in her path. Despite their best efforts, they're no match for her, and one by one, they fall before her.

Finally, she comes face to face with Zachary's general. The two of them stand there, sizing each other up.

The general speaks, his voice cold and commanding. "You've come far, I'll give you that."

But Metilda isn't intimidated. She stands her ground, her expression calm and composed.

The general sneers, his gaze narrowing. "But now you've reached your limit."

Metilda's attack is so fast that it's as if she ignores the very  idea of motion and time altogether. Her blade moves in a blur, striking the general an infinite number of times in the span of just 0.1 seconds.

The general is stunned, completely taken aback by the sheer speed and power of Metilda's attack. He tries to block and dodge, but it doesn't matter - her blade is everywhere at once, hitting him from every angle and every direction at the same time.

The general's aura erupts, and he dashes forward, closing the distance between them in an instant. The two of them clash, their power and speed equal, each blow and counter blow sending tremors through the air.

The general is a strong opponent, and Metilda finds herself hard-pressed to keep up. But she doesn't back down, her expression resolute as she fights back with everything she has.

They trade blows, each attack more powerful than the last, a testament to the sheer power and skill of these two fighters.

Metilda feels the strain of the battle, her body pushed to the limit. But she grits her teeth and pushes through the pain, her determination burning brighter than ever before.

Metilda attacks, lunging forward with a series of lightning-fast strikes, each one meant to end the fight in an instant.

The general counters, his movements precise and powerful. His aura flares, and he blocks and parries her blows, his strength and defense holding her at bay.

The general shouts out a command, unleashing a power so great that it could very well obliterate the very concept of the Omniverse itself. But Metilda is ready for him, countering his attack with her own. She shouts out a command of her own, using her power of Imagination Reality Eater to consume the very concept of his attack, negating its power and rendering it useless.

The general falters, his attack fizzling out as it's consumed by Metilda's power. He looks at her in disbelief, his expression a mix of rage and shock.

The general transforms, his true form finally unleashed. As he does, the very fabric of reality itself shakes in response, the sheer force of his presence causing the very laws of the universe to tremble. He becomes the Eternal Chaos, a being of limitless power and potential.

His presence alone is enough to make the very idea of the Omniverse, timelines, dimensions and the concept of infinity seem like nothing more than a child's toy. Everything, from the largest galaxy to the smallest singularity, seems to pale in comparison to his overwhelming presence.

Metilda closes her eyes, as if focusing all of her power within herself. And then, as she does, there sound a sound like the breaking of glass, the very foundations of the universe trembling at her presence. And then, slowly but surely, she changes. She becomes the Primordial Queen of All, evolving beyond the very idea of evolution itself and surpassing all previously known limits.

Those around her can feel her power, the very air itself trembling with the force of her presence. She is a being of unimaginable power, a force to be reckoned with by even the most powerful of foes.

She speaks, her voice booming out like thunder. "I am everything and nothing. The concept of omnipotence and boundlessness is meaningless before me. Your existence, in the face of my vast and endless power, is nothing but a fleeting, meaningless speck."

She strikes, her sword moving with an impossibly fast speed that is beyond the very concept of what is possible. She doesn't give the general a chance to react, her blade already on his chest, driving deep into his very being. And then, in an instant, it's over. The general is gone, his existence obliterated at her touch.

The world is silent for a moment, as if the very universe itself is holding its breath in awe of what has just happened. Metilda stands there, her sword still gripped in her hand, her expression cold and impassive. There is no remorse, no joy, no feeling at all. She is simply a being of pure power, a force of nature that has just destroyed one of the most powerful beings in existence.