Sol quickly gets up from his seat in his house and appears in a scorched land. The ground was cracked and brown. It was Zod.

  He cracks his neck and fingers and prepares for something foreseen. A man is kneeling in front of him. He picks up the sand and allows it to fall between his fingers.

  "You could have stopped this, you could have warned me." Khael says coldly.

  "Its not my job to be your defence minister."

  Khael lets out a slow but crackling laugh. He turns to Sol, before he can finish visualising Sol's head exploding, Sol rushes to him and throws an uppercut towards Khael's chin, Khael cups it in his palm and pushes Sol's fist down and countering with his own. He connects. Khael's vision starts to break. The sky starts to melt, Sol's body is morphing like TV static. A hand comes out of the floor grabbing onto Khael's ankle, from above cutting through space another hand grabs his neck. Khael strains, Sol's arms in an instant explode in a blast of blood.

  More hands come out of the floor. Khael struggles to see as his vision is full of dark and bright spots. He tries to counteract by adjusting his visual cortex but he is in a constant flux as he has to adjust for each issue in sight. An invisible kick in the ribs, followed by a spinning flying kick in the neck launches Khael back. Khael lands back first on the floor and falls half way through. Dozens of hands restrain him, Sol appears on top of him and pushes his finger tips into Khael, slowly it crunches and turns to mush as he slowly pushes a hole through him. Sol freezes.

  His teeth had fused together with his jaw sealing his mouth shut, while his stomach pumped acid to his mouth and close his oesophagus.

  He lets out a moan of some sort, before slamming his fist through Khael's head splattering it like a melon around his fist and on the ground.

  Khael's brain was moved behind his rib cage, and the wind blew Sol away off of him.

  Khael had taken the same form he had taken against the King. The wind was slicing into Sol. Sol places his hands around his mouth and tears it open, he heals the wound and rushes back towards Khael.

  Khael swats Sol away like a fly and clasps his hands, flames bubble and roar in between his clasped hands and he opens them. The surroundings change. Sol and Khael are brought inside of a temple of sorts. It was filled with old Mesopotamian imagery. The wind pinned Sol to the wall, he tried to phase through but before he could, the walls wrapped around Sol, statues came to life and launched spears at him. Khael lifts a small ball of flame to his lips. He blows it towards Sol.

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  He blew for 30 seconds and for each second of duration the flame grew darker and darker until it was vanta-black.

  The earth shook for these 30 seconds and an earthquake plagued the realms.

  He releases the flame.

  From behind a foot is launched through Khael's chest, Khael turns and slices the leg off with his wing and gestures a closing gesture. Sol is burnt and wide eyed. The walls of the temple close on Sol, he punches the walls destroying them and grabs at the air. He grabs and tears the space in front of Khael, Khael is pulled towards Sol. Sol points his index and ring finger towards Khael.

  "Shatter" The space which Khael occupies cracks and swirls.

  Sol's arm falls off and from the arm Khael forms from it. His first body was splattered in space, and this form was produced from the one-armed Sol. Launches his fist through Sol's chest lifting him into the air. Sol's body begins to close the wound.

  Khael cuts his own arm off, it stays inside Sol's chest and merges into the flesh. The flesh of Khael is trying to invade and over take Sol's. Khael forms 2 extra pairs of arms, eyes cover his head, and his mouth grew wider and a second tongue occupied it. He grew to 13 feet tall.

  Sol blocks a punch from Khael and his other five arms grab him and try to tear apart. Phasing through Sol falls into the floor. He points his index finger and ring finger again.

  "Sha-" Khael had closed the distance.

  "Disperse. Disperse". His two tongues bit. Sol's body tears open as a hole in his chest pushes away his flesh.

  Sol's corpse is splattered across the entire temple. It sinks into the ground.

  Khael's vision begins to break once again. The temple crumbles around them. From the ground an eye darts around the place.

  A grimoire emerges from the liquid like ground and snaps open, its pages are flicked and lightning strikes down upon it.

  Khael looks down towards the book, 2 of his arms conjure wind, 2 conjure fire and the other two are clasped. He sends winds of fire scorching the book. The temple around them shatters and from the book another Sol is emerging. He still carries all his wounds, but he is whole as opposed to flesh plastering the walls. He puts his two fingers towards Khael, provoking him to close the distance.

  Khael strikes, Sol's image breaks and fizzles.

  An illusion?

  "Shatter" Sol calls from behind him. Khael's body is once again splattered in space. A crack in space just like a crack in glass in present and the blood slowly drips down the crack. The crack grows wider and wider and another earthquake is forced upon the land.

  Back in Cairnreach, a prisoner in the dungeons screams in pain as he becomes Khael's host. Khael kicks open the cage doors and walks out.