The Zombie System.

"You’re still standing."

The commander remarked with something akin to curiosity as Ethella floated before him, blood streaming from wounds. Lightning crackled in the Chairman’s gaze despite.

"Then let us finish this dance."

The battle resumed with the same intensity as before. Ethella unleashed his most devastating storm techniques - maelstroms that could level mountains, lightning webs that covered the entire sky, and tempests that compressed hurricane force into spaces the size of city blocks.

Each technique represented decades of mastery applied with desperate precision.

Thunder boomed across Arcadia as Ethella drew power from storm systems spanning multiple weather fronts. Lightning struck from clouds that existed hundreds of miles away, each bolt guided by will that refused to accept defeat.

The commander retaliated with dimensional constructs that existed partially outside normal space-time. Reality warping absorbed each attack by redirecting force into pocket dimensions where lightning became harmless light.

Time dilated and collapsed as they exchanged blows beyond mortal perception. Seconds stretched into minutes while minutes compressed into heartbeats. The battle existed simultaneously in past, present, and future.

Ethella’s storm magic evolved beyond weather manipulation into fundamental force control. He commanded air pressure with precision that approached divine authority.

But the commander’s dimensional abilities operated by rules that ignored conservation of energy. Each attack was met with response that drew power from infinite sources across multiple realities.

"Your magic impresses," the commander admitted while deflecting lightning that could melt steel. "But finite power cannot overcome infinite possibility."