Zenos lay on the floor next to his enemy, injured and exhausted, his eyes centered on his longtime rival. "Ah, how intriguing. To think that this is the culmination of our clash. Two forces, equally unyielding, locked in a dance of fate. This struggle amuses me. Our power, our wills, intertwined in this endless cycle of conflict. So rise, once more, and let us continue this exquisite dance until one of us breaks free from the chains of mortality," he spoke as he stood up, blood dripping down.