Rise of the Cosmic_Emperor

*Bam!* 

*Bam!* 

*Bam;*

Deciding to give Dhruv a taste of his own medicine, even more than she already had due to the switching of their realities, Makena followed up with a series of blows that not only interrupted Dhruv's descent (on account of his weakness due to his chronic illness) but propelled him right back into the air.

Dhruv tried to muster some manner of strength to reverse the situation or at the very least, lessen the amount of damage he was taking from Makena's attacks.

Alas, compared to Makena, who had been able to recover fairly quickly to defend herself, Dhruv's recovery was incredibly slow.

And Makena took her sweet time to develop a rhythm to her attacks.

Much as she disliked Dhruv and planned to end his life on this very day, Makena wished to make him suffer first.

Each blow was to sink it into her ex-lover's thick skull that no matter how talented he was, he was nowhere near her level.

*Bam*

*Bang!*

They were now back above Dreg Duchy capital, above the Dreg Duchy palace to be exact as Makena had quite literally punched Dhruv back home with a particularly hard kick sending him rocketing down towards what used to be his residence.

His impact with the building was immense but Makena gave him no time to rest as she charged and struck him with a Cosmic saint attack that was immensely powerful but could never take the life of her opponent.

Despite his illness and lack of strength, Dhruv's body was still sturdy enough to withstand the attack of an opponent with the same cultivation as him.

*Boooommmm!!!*

While she looked down at the now-demolished residence, Makena grabbed her sides as she felt a sharp pain that caused her to groan.

Although she had switched her and Dhruv's reality to make him the one who was sick instead of her, it did not rid her of the injuries he had inflicted on her while she had been too weak to fight back or even defend herself.

'It's fine. I can fight through the pain. If I can avoid getting injured further, it will heal up soon anyway' Makena thought to herself.

Thanks to the resilience of her saint body, she would indeed heal from the injury fairly quickly as long as it was not aggravated.

Suddenly, something darted out of the ruins of Dhruv's demolished Residence and it was none other than Dhruv himself wrapped in the grey energy of his Ordinance of Destiny.

At this point, there was no one spectating the scene in the Duchy Palace. Anyone who was not already knocked out and away by the aftershock of the hard fall of a Cosmic saint followed by a blast of Cosmic saint energy that actually destroyed more than the building that had been its target was wise enough to get as far away as possible.

Anyway, having recovered from the effect of his Destiny-induced Illness, Dhruv had used his Ordinance of Destiny on himself. He had destined himself to land a successful hit on his target and as such there was no way he could miss.

Or so he thought.

Shrouded by the light red energy of her Ordinance of reality, Makena tweaked her own reality so that she was never in his line of sight in the first place.

And as such, she was never his target, and quite naturally his hit missed.

Her reality had now been tweaked to be out of sight where she bided her time to strike at Dhruv from close range and while he swiveled on the spot in annoyance at what he felt was Makena's petty tricks, she fired her attack.

Dhruv could not dodge and he did not try to.

*Bang!*

When the effect of the explosive impact of Makena's attack cleared, Dhruv was still standing in mid-air... Unharmed.

An Eight circled defensive ring of an Eight-grade defensive skill having protected him from his ex-lover's attack which he had predicted with his ever active and ever foreseeing Ordinance of Destiny.

Makena frowned.

Never had she been a fan of skills. And for the most part, she had believed Dhruv shared her beliefs but clearly, he would do anything and everything he could to achieve victory.

That was when it hit her... Anything and Everything.

She needed to do everything and anything to win.

She and Dhruv were practically equally matched.

Their cultivations were equal.

Their abstract Ordinances at the very same level of comprehension.

If she wanted victory, she had to be ready to risk absolutely everything.

She needed to do anything and everything to win.

Suddenly, when she had this sudden epiphany of sorts, Hal's mellifluous voice spike in her mind,

'You're about to do something stupid, aren't you?' He asked.

Makena smiled, 

"Yes, I do believe I am... Are you going to stop me? Command me not to?' She asked Hal who chuckled, 

'What good would that do? You are way more experienced than me and I would like to believe crazy and stupid as your plan is likely to be, you know exactly what you are doing. Like I said before; Give him hell'

With that, the connection broke off just as Dhruv faced her squarely with a smile, 

"You really have no hope against me. I admit you have indeed taken me by surprise a few times with your unusual antics but that won't ever last. I can still predict your moves. I can still control your destiny and with your Ordinance still at Insight level comprehension, you are completely at my mercy." He said.

Makena sighed, 

"True. I can't evade your beams of destiny... The same way you can't avoid your reality getting tweaked by me."

At this point, the two were back above the Dreg Duchy.

Dhruv chuckled,

"So what? You tweak the present, I see and control the future" he said.

Makena rolled her eyes, 

"Pretty boastful words for someone merely at the insight level of comprehension. Take it down a notch"

Dhruv shrugged,

"I'm only saying what I have proven thus far" he said.

Makena sighed, 

"Okay then. I give up"

Dhruv's eyes narrowed, 

"What?"

"I said I give up. I have grown weary of this dance. It almost seems never-ending. It's only a matter of time before I slip up and you take advantage anyway. Might as well move things along."

Dhruv became flustered,

"Impossible. You are not the type to give up. I know because you are exactly like me. We are the same. It's what attracted us to each other in the first place. I refuse to believe you don't have anything up your sleeves" he said with a frown.

Makena smirked,

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. Either way, you need to attack me to find out. What, you can't predict what happens next with your foresight?"

In his flustered state, Dhruv forgot that this was an option.

When he did look into that not-so-distant future, he saw Makena... Dying with his hand inside her chest.

Makena had now floated closer to him, within his reach.

Dhruv could not believe it.

Could this really be how it ended?

Could there truly be such an anti-climatic end?

And then he thought to the absolutely loved-up look his ex-lover had had with that boy and his anger boiled. He decided, there was no way his foresight was infallible.

He drew his hand back and coated it with Cosmic saint energy before driving it through Makena's chest.

Just as he had foreseen, she did not move. She did not attempt to avoid his strike.

However, while blood trickled out the side of Makena's lips, she smiled and then chuckled as best she could, 

"I knew it. Your foresight might be infallible, but there is a limit to how far you can see. You can't see the moment you die..." She said and the light red vibrations of her Ordinance of reality reverberated and her chest healed up.

As though Dhruv's hand had never gone through it...

... And how could Dhruv's hand have gone through her chest when it was deep inside his own.