Eternal Mona

Meanwhile I rush to the Edge of Eternal. "I can sense Zachary up there I gotta hurry." 

I rush towards the Edge of Eternal, my senses telling me that Zachary is waiting for me there. I hurry forward, my footsteps quick and eager to see him again.

I sense an incoming attack, an attack I dodge easily, tilting my head to the side to avoid it. I've faced so many attacks like this before, and I'm getting annoyed at how predictable they've become. I speak aloud, my words directed at someone who's been hiding in the shadows. "You can come out now, I can sense you from a mile away."

There's a rustle of movement, and a figure steps out from the shadows. It's a familiar face, and my expression hardens.

It's an old enemy, someone I've battled many times before.

"Azroth it's been a long time, it's seems that Zachary brought you back from existence and it's seems your presence it's different as before like you become the Primordial of chaos and destruction."

Azroth grins, his expression one of smug satisfaction. "Yes, Zachary has indeed restored me to existence, and my power has grown beyond anything I could have imagined, as the Primordial of Chaos and Destruction."

He takes a step forward, his eyes gleaming wickedly.

"I've been itching for a chance to settle the score with you, Mona."

I hold my ground, my expression composed and ready.

"You always were a sore loser, Azroth."

Locking eyes and speak trash. "To be honest you were a demon lord, one that can destroy the entire multverse with a fist then you got defeated by me and worse part I was only 10 at that time so I'll beat you again and probably erase you from all planes of existence and don't worry that PTSD will be eternal."

Azroth scoffs at my words, his expression betraying a hint of irritation.

"You may have defeated me in the past, Mona, but I have grown far stronger since then. I am no longer the weak demon lord I once was. And as for your threat of erasing me from existence, I have no fear of it. I am the Primordial of Chaos and Destruction, and I will not be so easily defeated again."

I smirk at his words, confident in my own abilities.

"And yet, I have continued to grow stronger as well. I am not the same 10 year old girl you fought before. I have honed my powers and gained new ones, far beyond what I could have ever imagined. So don't think this will be an easy battle for you, Azroth."

Azroth laughs, his arrogance and confidence undiminished.

"You may have grown stronger, but you are still nothing compared to me. You are but a mortal, a being born from the confines of the Omniverse, while I am a Primordial, a being birthed at the very start of creation. Your power is pathetic compared to mine."

I raise an eyebrow, amused by his confidence.

"You talk a big game, Azroth. But words are cheap. Put your money where your mouth is and prove that you're as powerful as you claim."

As Azroth dashes forward, moving at a speed that leaves time itself in his wake, he hurls a punch that bears so much force that it could easily wipe out the Omniverse nexus. I see the attack coming, and with a casual ease, I reach out and grab his fist.

Azroth stares in disbelief, his confidence shaken. "How...? How could you have stopped that attack so easily?! It should have been enough to erase you from existence!"

I yawn, unperturbed by Azroth's attack.

"You seem surprised. But it should come as no surprise that I can easily defend against your attacks. After all, I left existence a long time ago. I simply choose to exist when it suits me."

I follow up my first punch with an even stronger one, sending Azroth crashing through different realities and universes. He tumbles through time and space, bouncing off dimensions like a pinball.

Azroth tries to regain his composure, his arrogance shattered. "How can you be this strong? You are supposed to be a mortal!"

I unleash an infinite punch barrage, each punch landing with lightning-fast speed, taking only a fraction of a second.

Azroth tries to defend himself, but he's quickly overwhelmed, unable to keep up with the relentless onslaught of blows.

I dash forward, my movements lightning fast as I attack with a flurry of strikes and clashes. Azroth tries to fight back, but his attacks are easily dodged or parried.

Azroth is clearly outmatched, his previous confidence shattered. He tries to unleash one final attack, but I counter it with ease, my strike sending him sprawling to the ground.

Azroth fights back with a desperate fervor, his attacks growing more and more reckless in his desperation to defeat me. I match him blow-for-blow, my skills and experience easily countering his attacks. 

We dash and clash, the battlefield a blur of movement and sound as we clash like titans. But despite his efforts, Azroth is clearly outmatched, my power and skill far beyond anything he can hope to match.

Azroth is slowly pushed back, his breath ragged and his body bruised and bloodied. He knows that he can't keep up this pace for much longer.

I watch as Azroth uses his Absolute Erasure, a powerful attack that he's used before to erase other beings from existence.

But to my surprise, I simply reach out and turn his attack into a comic, easily throwing it aside as if it was nothing more than a child's toy.

I dash forward, my attacks raining down in a flurry of combos and dashed barrages, each strike delivered with pinpoint precision and devastating force.

Azroth desperately tries to defend himself, but he is completely overwhelmed by my assault. And with a final, powerful strike, I use my narrative breaker ability, shattering the very fabric of his reality and sending him reeling.

I reach out and grab hold of Azroth, his body shaking and trembling as I begin to rip away at the very fabric of his narrative, tearing away at it piece by piece.

With a final punch, I connect with his body and send him flying backwards, his body flying through multiple dimensions and tearing a hole through an entire page in the process.

Azroth crashes through, landing roughly on his back with a groan. He tries to rise, but his energy is completely spent.

Standing arms crossing, looking at him,  knowing I only 0.0001% of my power. 

I stand there, arms crossed, looking down at Azroth with a cold, impassive expression. I tell him calmly that he was only experiencing a fraction of my true power.

I stand at the end of the page, looking down at the carnage I had wrought. Azroth lay crumpled on the ground, beaten and bruised, his body battered and broken.

I smirk, satisfied that I had delivered a crushing defeat to my enemy.

I raise my hand, and with a simple gesture, I absorb Azroth, his essence disappearing into my own body, his power and energy being added to my own.

Once Azroth is completely absorbed, I close my eyes for a moment, taking in the weight of the power I now possess. I savor the feeling, relishing in the sensation of my own power growing even greater.