The Destined One stood amidst the crumbling battlefield, his massive Kaiju-like form towering over the remnants of shattered temples and fallen warriors. Lava-like veins coursed along his rocky body, glowing with the energy of the celestial flames that fueled him during the battle. The skies above were darkened, swirling with storm clouds, while far below, the earth cracked and rumbled under the weight of the gods' defeat. He had faced them all—gods of old, fierce titans, and even Erlang Shen, with his piercing third eye and unrelenting determination.

The Destined One’s breathing was heavy, each exhale like the rumbling of thunder across the battlefield, his massive arms slowly lowering as the last of his enemies crumbled beneath his feet. He had fought tirelessly, pushing his limits, drawing upon the ancient powers within. But now, as the silence of victory settled in, the weight of exhaustion began to pull at his body.

The battlefield was still smoldering, the echoes of battle fading as the Destined One, now in his immense Kaiju form, stood among the shattered earth. His body was coursing with the raw power of his spirit form, veins glowing with molten energy, streaks of lava-like cracks running along his powerful frame. The sky above was gray with ash, and the gods he had fought were no more—defeated, scattered like dust in the wind.

But even with the heat of victory coursing through him, the Destined One's thoughts drifted to one place: {{user}}. His healer, his courting partner, the one who always grounded him after battles like these.