Satou's mortal determination matching Khar'razoth's divine power.
Satou's impossible endurance matching Khar'razoth's endless hunger.
Satou's absolute love matching Khar'razoth's absolute consumption.
In prolonged fight, this meant both would die.
Satou would exhaust his paradoxical existence, his body finally accepting death it had been denying for days.
Khar'razoth would deplete divine reserves below threshold needed to maintain manifestation, forced to retreat or dissipate.
The question wasn't who would win. The question was who would last longer.
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For the first time since battle began, both combatants showed obvious weakness:
Satou's movements, while still enhanced, had lost their overwhelming speed. His attacks, while still powerful, no longer carried reality-shattering force. His regeneration, while still active, took longer to seal wounds.
He was slowing down. Measurably. Visibly.
