Moxie and Wrath clashed relentlessly, their surroundings destroyed by the sheer force of their battle. The sins had fallen, one by one, but Wrath and Moxie fought as though the world itself depended on their victory. Wrath’s eyes gleamed with a mixture of determination and bloodlust. "Tell me, Moxie," Wrath's voice echoed through the air, "if you win... how do you plan to defeat Pride?"
Moxie clenched his fists, ignoring Wrath’s question, his mind focused entirely on the fight. Wrath took advantage of the distraction and delivered a powerful uppercut to Moxie’s chin. Moxie spat out blood as he stumbled backward, barely regaining his footing.
Wrath let out a laugh, taunting Moxie. "Maybe the gods were right to destroy your city!" The words sent a shockwave through Moxie, his fists tightening in anger. Wrath's grin widened as he pressed further, his voice dripping with venom. "Maybe I was right to kill another version of Liz."
The name—Liz. Moxie's eyes burned with rage. His heart pounded, and Wrath continued, delighted in the fury he’d unleashed. "And when I’m done with you, I’ll make sure to kill everyone else you care about. One by one." Wrath’s smirk grew even more twisted. "Snow, Xero, Afuwafu, Auforus, Insanity... Calypso. They'll all die by my hands."
"Shut up!" Moxie shouted, his voice shaking as memories of his friends filled his mind. He could feel their strength, their determination, and the bond they shared. Moxie summoned the power of his allies—channeling Snow’s precision, Xero’s resilience, Afuwafu’s speed, Auforus’ cunning, Insanity’s raw strength, and Calypso’s wisdom. He combined their abilities into a single, overwhelming force.
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Wrath’s eyes widened as Moxie charged at him, the power behind the attack far greater than he’d expected. Wrath barely dodged in time, the blast of energy tearing apart the ground beneath him. He responded with his own flurry of strikes, his speed increasing with every movement. They exchanged blows, their punches shaking the very fabric of space.
Their voices erupted in furious screams as they collided again. But then Wrath faltered. He spat out blood, glancing down in disbelief. His body had been torn apart—his right arm and eye obliterated in a single blow.
Wrath flew back, slamming into the remnants of the multiverse. He struggled to look up, seeing Moxie standing tall, his eyes filled with unrelenting resolve. Wrath knew his end was near, but he smiled despite the pain. With the last of his strength, he raised his hand, summoning a dark orb that radiated with an ominous energy. It hovered a few feet from Moxie, the symbol of Wrath glowing brightly on its surface.
Moxie hesitated as the orb entered his chest, and something within him began to change. His body trembled uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face. He tried to push forward, to finish Wrath off once and for all, but his legs gave way. Moxie fell to his knees, unable to contain the surge of emotions crashing through him. He screamed in frustration and agony, pounding the ground as the weight of everything bore down on him.
Wrath lay still, his eyes closed, a faint smile on his face. The light in his eyes had faded long before, and his final breath had left him with the satisfaction of knowing he'd pushed Moxie to his breaking point.
Moxie’s sobs echoed across the battlefield, his heart breaking, the burden of Wrath’s death and his own overwhelming power too much to bear.