The End of the Crimson Moon

The coliseum of darkness, once a grand stage for epic battles, now trembled on the brink of total destruction. The cracked obsidian floor shattered, black fissures swallowing fragments that floated into a growing void, while the air, saturated with corruption, crackled with chaotic energy suffocating reality. The great crimson moon, hanging in the infinite sky like a malevolent heart, intensified the oppression, its blood-red waves fueling the demons—Iragor, Gulthar, Avaron, Slothar, Lustara, and Envyra—in their Lunar Demonic Forms. The heroes—Kaelith, Thorne, Zeryn, Elara, Mira, and Draven—fought desperately against the demons’ regeneration, empowered by Athos’s Ascending Glitch Auras, but the true chaos came from the arena’s center. The duel between Athos and Erytharion, the Corruptor, reached its apex, their colossal blades—the Primordial Chaos Blade and the Cosmic Collapse Sword—clashing in impacts that shattered the dimension, fissures spreading across the sky as if ATHOMIS screamed in agony.Athos, his glitched armor pulsing with liquid data, faced Erytharion in a frenzy of blows defying reality. The Tear of Eryndor on his neck glowed blindingly, his glitched interface flashing: Energy: 70% — Critical Dimensional Overload. Erytharion unleashed Supreme Lunar Abyss Tempest, a rain of crimson dark meteors warping space, each impact creating voids swallowing light and matter. Athos countered with Absolute Glitched Singularity Slash, a glitched energy wave fragmenting the air in a pixel storm (010101), colliding with the meteors in a blue and red explosion shaking the coliseum. Each clash of their blades opened black rifts in the sky, the floor disintegrating beneath their feet, floating in a void threatening to consume all. The heroes, fighting around them, were thrown back by shockwaves, their glitched auras flickering as they struggled to hold on. Kaelith, his armor smoldering, shouted: “This’ll kill us!” Zeryn, dodging Envyra, murmured: “The dimension… it can’t take more.”Athos sighed, his violet eyes fixed on the chaos his duel with Erytharion caused. He saw the heroes struggling: Kaelith and Thorne battered by Iragor and Gulthar, their armors scarred; Zeryn and Elara fighting Envyra and Slothar’s regeneration; Mira and Draven facing Avaron’s chains and Lustara’s whispers. They’re suffering… these impacts are destroying everything, he thought, his interface warning: Dimensional Collapse: 85% — Immediate Intervention Required. He clenched his fists, the Primordial Chaos Blade glowing in his hand. “I need to put an end to this,” Athos said, his voice heavy with resolve. “The game’s over.”Erytharion, sensing Athos’s distraction, laughed gutturally, his black hole eyes pulsing with malice. “Distracted, glitch?” He swung the Cosmic Collapse Sword, a devastating strike toward Athos’s chest, the blade slicing the air with space-warping force. But Athos, with precise motion, raised two fingers, stopping the colossal sword mid-strike. The dimension seemed to freeze, the impact echoing like muffled thunder. “The game’s over, Erytharion,” Athos said, his eyes blazing with glitched codes. “I’m done with this fight.” With a swift flick of his fingers, he unleashed a glitched energy wave, hurling Erytharion skyward, the Corruptor soaring toward the crimson moon like a puppet without strings. “If you love that moon so much, die with it!” Athos shouted, his voice ringing through the crumbling coliseum.Athos closed his eyes briefly, his mind hacking ATHOMIS’s system. The Tear of Eryndor pulsed violently, his interface displaying: System Hacker Activated: Attribute Amplification — 10,000x. Infinite energy surged through him, every attribute—strength, speed, endurance—elevated to unimaginable levels. Glitched pixels (010101) exploded around him, his armor shining like a digital sun. He raised the Primordial Chaos Blade, now amplified to colossal size, and channeled his ultimate ability: Absolute Cosmic Core Rupture. “It’s over!” Athos roared, unleashing a light-speed attack, a glitched energy wave slicing space like a bolt, striking Erytharion and the crimson moon simultaneously.The explosion was blinding. A blue and purple flash engulfed the coliseum, followed by a roar collapsing the dimension entirely. The crimson moon split in two, its halves crumbling into fragments floating in the void. Erytharion, his liquid obsidian armor cracked, was cleaved in half, his body fragmenting into corrupted pixels dissolving in the air. But Athos’s attack didn’t stop there: the glitched energy wave tore through the dimension, black rifts swallowing the coliseum, sky, and floor, as if ATHOMIS was erased from code. The heroes, protected by their glitched auras, held on, but the demons, without the crimson moon, began to crumble, their lunar auras flickering before fading. “What… was that?!” Kaelith exclaimed, his armor trembling. Zeryn, wide-eyed, murmured: “He destroyed everything…”Athos, floating in the void where the coliseum once stood, gazed at the dimension’s wreckage, glitched pixels falling like digital snow. His interface flashed: Dimension Collapsed: System Under Repair. He scratched his head, a cynical smirk forming. “Guess I overdid the attack,” he said, his voice echoing in the void, as the heroes stared at him, awestruck, and the crimson moon’s fragments faded into darkness.