The fight continued with the same ferocity for a very long time.
No, rather, since Damien was better equipped now, they had become even more ferocious. The original painting was no longer anything like that. Instead, it was a canvas that had been torn to shreds and rearranged in the name of art.
Damien knew that the world was falling apart. He and the Dark God could both feel the fabric of reality peeling away with their every movement. Of course, they paid it no mind. When this realm broke, they would create another, then another until there was no longer a reason to create another field.
This was their shared opinion as Supremes who were new to combat at their level.
The planes in question at the moment were just two. There were over fifteen planes of existence through which the two of them fought, but they were all illusory sub-planes that branched off of the two main planes. Half of them were used for Existence and the other half for its twin.
There was never a single plane where both existed, but there was indeed a border where they were forced to interact.
At these borders, they touched each other with both hostility and interest. They stayed close, becoming infinitely closer to the aura of the Void, but were separated and constantly bashing each other like they had a grudge.
It didn't help that there were two faces of each present. Damien's Existence clashed against the Dark God's Existence and both versions of Nonexistence. In the same way, the Dark God's Nonexistence fought against his Nonexistence and both versions of Existence.
Each force was fighting against three others. Each of them was releasing enough power to combat them properly. Because of the nature of these concepts, they could produce an infinite amount of energy and infinitely expand from nothing, which, from the border's perspective, was a nightmare.
The problem was only exacerbated by the fact that the fight wasn't anywhere near over. Damien and the Dark God didn't slow down. They only sped up and became more aggressive.
Paintings were no longer enough to describe the battle of forces between the two beings. Instead, it was better to see them as great ancient gods.
The Dark God was a king of the sea and its darkness. He stood above it as the waves circled him and awaited his command.
Meanwhile, Damien stood in the sky as the being closest to heaven. His dominion over the light was a direct contrast to the darkness below, as if the universe itself wanted to make their rivalry clear.
The seas challenged the skies, forcing them to disperse their ethereal state and become a true piece of the world. However, as it had done for eons, the sky suppressed the sea, guiding its currents and keeping it at bay.
These two forces could be considered equal to some. To others, their power was far too mismatched and one was obviously better than the other.
In this moment, all of those trains of thought became real. All of the "opinions" in the world became truths at once, creating an absolute chaos within which Damien and the Dark God found harmony.
They mobilized everything against each other. To the greatest extents that they could manage, they fought and fought and fought.
The time that went by was not short at all. This round of the fight continued for days upon days. It likely would have gone on for longer, but they had no influence over that.
In fact, when the realm was finally destroyed, they would not be able to create another one.
Amidst the furious clashes between their energies, the cracks in the realm turned into ruptures. Those ruptures expanded into masses of blackness that swallowed anything and everything.
The borders between dimensions that kept Existence and Nonexistence separate were banished, and the two elements flowed into a singular plane together.
That was when it happened.
A great explosion that was witnessed even in the true Sacred Abyss Universe manifested in that realm's destruction and consumed the two fighters.
The abstract painting had finally come to life in the Void that appeared when Existence and Nonexistence connected.
As for Damien and the Dark God…
…they had been sucked into the flow of that painting.
Their situation at the moment was more than just a bit strange.
Right, that bright white light was reflected throughout the Sacred Abyss Universe and even parts of the True Void. For a moment, the attention of all active fighters was captured as they saw the sight they had been somewhat nervously awaiting.
It should have been common sense for their leaders to be in the midst of battle by now, but without any visual cues, nobody could be certain.
The people of the Heavenly World didn't see Damien as a god-like figure. Rather, they saw him as a hero with the power to defeat the demon king. That was an inviolable kind of power, so they expected it to create some sort of grand showing.
In the same way, the troops that came from the Dark God were confused because they were excited to truly see his might as he vanquished his foe. It had been a long time since most of them had seen him exert himself, and for some, it was a sight they had never seen in their infinite lifespans.
As if to answer their concerns, two days into the war, that bright flash appeared.
It appeared and it blinded them, rocking the very foundation of the Sacred Abyss. Dante was able to sense the change better than most, and it made him incredibly concerned.
He trusted his son to win, but the amount of energy hidden in the light was not something to be scoffed at. The rumbling of the cosmos wasn't just caused by the destabilization of its foundation, but by the ruptures created in reality as well.
Rose and Veritera sensed those instantly, as they directly interfered with the fight between them. Suddenly, they had to be conscious of reality breaking. Both the forces of the True Void and the Sacred Abyss needed this cosmos to stay alive.
A strange situation arose. While they continued to fight each other, the Divinities also worked in tandem to stabilize the collapsing cosmos.
With their aid, it was able to return to its proper state after another day and battles were able to resume at full force.
Still, that eruption was a sign to them. It was one of many that would inevitably strike this cosmos if those two Supreme Beings continued to act so roughly.
And if that kind of flash was allowed to happen more than just a handful of times, they would not be able to hold the cosmos together anymore.
Every person involved in this war now had to be careful of another factor. However, their priority remained the enemy.
Unlike Damien's battle with the Dark God, which was moving back and forth, this one was far too even.
A change needed to take place, and it needed to take place soon.
The stalemate created here was bound to fall.
It was only a matter of who would be the first to tip the scales.