Chapter 151
The skies burned with divine fury and eldritch wrath as Zhongli and Robin continued their clash, two primal forces locked in a battle that could rend the fabric of the world. The golden mountains still shimmered, monumental and unmoving, as Robin’s abyss twisted around them, attempting to erode the sacred foundations of the battlefield. But the land had chosen its guardian, and it would not yield.
Robin’s wing beat with renewed power, flinging trails of voidlight in her wake. Her eyes pulsed with abyssal energy, glowing like twin dying stars as she launched herself downward again. She struck from impossible angles, her scythe screaming through the air in a blur of unrelenting fury. The weapon split the air, trailing waves of darkness that attempted to devour even light itself.
Zhongli parried with ageless calm. Each clash of their weapons released thunderous blasts of force, echoing across the landscape like drumbeats from a forgotten war. His polearm shimmered with divine might, every swing a declaration of celestial order. Golden shields bloomed from his steps, layered and interwoven, forming a dance of defense that nullified her madness-born assault.
Robin snarled and spun backward, landing hard on the curved flank of a shattered mountain. She reached into the air, slicing a tear into the void itself. Through the rift, spears of obsidian ice hurtled forth, their tips coated in anti-matter flame. Zhongli raised a hand, and a field of suspended stone formed in their path—floating monoliths orbiting him in protective sequence. The spears struck, exploded, and were consumed in golden light.
But Robin wasn’t finished.
She drew in the abyss around her, compressing it into a single, black sphere that pulsed with malignant purpose. She hurled it at Zhongli, and as it traveled, the land beneath it decayed—flowers withered, stones crumbled, air itself turned to ash. Zhongli narrowed his eyes, then slammed the butt of his spear into the earth. A fountain of gold erupted upward, intercepting the sphere mid-flight.
The two forces collided.
The impact cracked the battlefield. An explosion of paradoxical energy surged outward: creation and destruction in equal measure. Mountains fractured. Abyssal storms were born and then consumed by divine winds. The fabric of reality rippled, stars flaring in the distant skies as if bearing witness.
Zhongli emerged from the light, his stance unbroken, though a faint line of dark energy marred his robe. Robin, thrown back by the feedback, somersaulted through the air and landed atop a new spire that formed beneath her, birthed by her own will.
"You’re still standing," she said, panting slightly. "Fine. Let’s bring out the real nightmares."
She raised her scythe high and slammed it into the spire.