Omni-Man VS Titan Sindel

Viltrum VS Outworld
The Great Nowl-Ahn VS The Mighty Sindel
Information
Written by	Crimson/Desperado (An Existential Being)
Combatants	Omni-Man, Sindel, Kitana (Cameo), Mileena (Cameo), Invincible (Cameo)
Season	1
Season Episode	3
Overall Episode	3
Air Date	Unknown
Miscellaneous
Track Name	Klash of Monarchs
Previous	?
Next	?

DESCRIPTION

Omni-Man VS Titan Sindel is a What If...? DEATH BATTLE! created by An Existential Being. It matches up Omni-Man from Invincible against Sindel from Mortal Kombat in a chaotic battle between emperor and empress. Each kombatant likely would have been voiced by their respective voice actors (Tom Schalk for Omni-Man and Caitlyn Elizabeth for Sindel) were this fight to become official.

INTRODUCTION

The viewers would see the introduction to the fight; Kitana tackles Sindel out of the way of an incoming Omni-Man, who rips the Princess in half through sheer force. Sindel quickly launches a retaliatory attack, which results in a locked stalemate which heavily resembles Mortal Kombat 1 pre-fight dialogue interactions. Omni-Man narrows his eyes and throws the Empress. Ringmaster suddenly shouts "FIGHT!" as the screen pauses and becomes fully desaturated.

Desperado: "Omni-Man VS Sindel!"

Crimson: "The Viltrumite Emperor and the Edenian Empress."

We see Omni-Man flying towards Sindel, who, upon mention by the narrator, unleashes a Banshee Scream to disorient him.

Desperado: "She's Crimson, I'm Desperado-"

Crimson: "And it's our job to analyse their weapons, armour and skills to find out who would win..."

Both fighters' fists clash with a loud, heavy shockwave.

Both: "A DEATH BATTLE!"

SINDEL

Crimson: "Ah, Outworld. A place that isn't exactly fun and isn't exactly safe."

Desperado: "Ruled by the tyrannical Shao Kahn, Outworld is ruled with an iron fist, and populated with many powerful Kombatants. Yes, I said it with a K."

Crimson: "You better have. But yes, Outworld is perhaps the most powerful realm in Mortal Kombat, winning ten of the eponymous tournaments consecutively. By the ruling of the Elder Gods, Kahn got the go-ahead and invaded the losing realm, Edenia. This wasn't any candy-ass realm, as beautiful and lush as it is - no. Its queen was, or maybe still is, Sindel."

Desperado: "And was Shao gifted with the power of not just unrivalled kombat, but one hell of a consort to call his own... And that does go past the looks."

Crimson: "You're married, you useless naff. Whoring aside, Sindel possesses the strength to go toe-to-toe against Geras, Sonya Blade, Johnny Cage, Cassie Cage, and Liu Kang with the aid of her brutish, but brilliant husband."

FEATS:

• Strong enough to shatter diamonds with her bare hands
• Destroyed a large part of a giant canyon with her banshee scream
• Skinned someone by screaming
• Defeated 10 kombatants in under a minute
• Defeated Sub-Zero, Kitana, Jade, and Smoke by herself
• Blitzed Kabal, who is fast enough to parry and block machine gunfire
• Shielded an entire dimension

Desperado: "Wait, she screamed loud enough to skin someone? That's-"

Crimson: "More than 200 decibels? Yes. Decibels are weird, and instead of increasing energy linearly, they-"

Desperado: "No, no, I was just going to say that screaming that loud is something my kids do every day-"

We hear two of them shriek in Desperado's background.

Desperado: "I should've asked for earplugs for Christmas."

Crimson: "Regardless... Where was I? Oh, right. Now, decibels' energy and attack potency actually increase ten-fold from one range of ten to the next, or in other words, 20 decibels is 10 times stronger than 10, 30 is ten times stronger than 20, and so on. The average human conversation volume level is 50 to 65 decibels, so this Banshee Scream is-"

Desperado: "About three quintillion times more powerful than a human talking."

Crimson: "Exactly. A single-second burst of that much would output enough energy to level whole city blocks."

Desperado: "And she's definitely able to hold a scream for longer than that. She even used that scream to destroy a part of a large canyon, and it seems effective against all sorts of kombatants."

ARSENAL, ABILITIES, & SKILLS:

ARSENAL:

• Kwan Dao
• Prehensile Hair "Limbs"

ABILITIES:

• Banshee Scream/Shriek
• Levitation/Flight
• Star Screamer
• Prehensile Hair Control

SKILLS:

• Proficient in the Fu Jow Pai and Zha Chuan styles of hand-to-hand kombat

BACKGROUND:

• > 10-15 thousand years old
• 183 cm/6'0"
• 86 kg/190 lbs
• Queen of Outworld
• Mother of Princess Kitana
• Rocking heels like a boss

Desperado: "But that's the least of her capabilities, if we're honest. This pretty empress can fly, scream someone's head off, or concentrate those screams into powerful projectiles to give anyone hit by them a head-splitting deafening!"

Crimson: "Sindel also is skilled in two specific types of Chinese martial arts: The Fu Jow Pai, translating into 'The Tiger Style,' employs swift, but powerful strikes in addition to clawing and scratching, hence the name of the Tiger Style. The other is the Zha Chuan, which is a Long Fist type, deriving its techniques from Muslim-style Kung Fu."

Desperado: "All this, bear in mind, she managed to accomplish after being dead for ten thousand years."

Crimson: "On top of that, she wields the Kwan Dao, a Chinese pole weapon with a crescent blade. She often uses it to cut, stab, or impale opponents, or block incoming attacks with it."

Desperado: "Plus, as demonstrated in her fight with Cetrion, Sindel at her base form is strong enough to hurt Elder Gods, whose power limits are... Well, not quite known, but it's reasonable to assume they're comparable to the Titan Kronika, who resets and rewrites timelines repeatedly. Elder Gods like Cetrion, Kronika's daughter, are implied to have some degree of authority or superiority as they exist on a higher plane of existence."

Crimson: "And Sindel has established herself as comparable, or at least a significant threat to Cetrion, as she managed to hurt Cetrion to some extent during their fight. Elder Gods even suggested they could take away the Godhood of Raiden in Mortal Kombat 9, implying they can manipulate the metaphysical aspects of existence, including other beings."

Desperado: "Plus, the Amulet of Shinnok was capable of merging entire realms and threaten the multiverse's stability, but even this wasn't able enough to overpower the combined might of the Elder Gods; this should establish Titan Sindel as partially comparable to the combined might of the Elder Gods, or at least superior to the Amulet of Shinnok."

Crimson: "Speaking of being Titans, in her tower ending, Sindel actually became the Titan and Empress of Time itself, stating she sat on a throne that united all realms and realities, placing her at a plane of existence beyond even an infinitely layered multiverse."

Desperado: "This would establish her as a cosmic being, beyond the spacetime continuum."

Crimson: "Which means she's in the complex multiversal calibers of power, based on her ability to see into timelines from beyond the universe itself."

Desperado: "This is a bit confusing to keep up with, can you dumb it down?"

Crimson: "Thought you were the smart one."

Desperado: "Not for me, idiot."

Crimson: "Okay, look, to put it more simply, she can put holes in the fabric of reality as the Empress of Time and a Titan. You-"

Desperado: "What? I'm looking for Shao Kahn's helmet."

We see them in front of the last shot of Sindel's Tower Ending in Mortal Kombat 11.

Crimson: "No you're not. Prove it."

Desperado: "Turn my camera on? No! That's- You know I agreed to not ever do that!"

Crimson: "Then use an eye tracker."

Desperado: "And reveal my face that w- I-! Oh, this is a very frustrating conversation."

OMNI-MAN

Desperado: "What happens when you give aliens Spartan warrior culture, the power of a Kryptonian, and the racial superiority complex of the Nazis?"

Crimson: "You get the Viltrumites. They aren't the friendliest kind, unless you're as strong or stronger, and have the same ideals."

Desperado: "And among the cream of the crop is the Great Nolan himself, a man who quite literally could ignore the fact he committed genocide!"

Crimson: "Starting out strong, eh? Just like my-"

Desperado: "That's enough for you. One more word about your bloody husband and I'll tell everyone you have implants."

Crimson: "Ex-cuse me sir? I...- These are...- Ugh! Fuck you!"

Desperado: "Heh, you're always mad about something, ain'tcha? Fuckin' jobber."

Crimson: "Quiet, you tosser!"

Desperado: "Ugh. Ahem... So, Nolan definitely is a man of strength, will, and endurance. Just look at what he did in retaliation for some generic green aliens trying to scratch his son."

We see a clip of Omni-Man on the Flaxan planet, destroying its infrastructure.

Desperado: "Assuming the planet had the same diameter of Earth,

We see a clip of Omni-Man traveling over the Flaxan world's surface, decimating the infrastructure on it.

Desperado: "And given the mass and speed of the dust, we can estimate the collective speed was about 2.3 million metres per second of the total mass of the ejected dust, which, with a density of 1.5 grams per cubic centimetre, and a volume of more than six quadrillion cubic metres, the dust has a total mass of almost 6.1 quadrillion kilograms, or-"

We cut to the two narrators; Crimson is standing there in person, whereas Desperado's computer is open, with his icon on it. An audio visualiser is around the icon, and we hear him gasp and fall over. Crimson jolts in concern.

Crimson: "Oh, good god! What did I say about pacing yourself?! Ugh."

Desperado: [Coming back to the microphone, breathless] "This would give... The dust a total kinetic energy of-"

Crimson mutes Desperado's speaker as she pinches the bridge of her nose. She shakes her head and mutters.

Crimson: "Sixteen octillion joules, or nearly 4 quintillion tons of TNT. This actually seems to be his lower end, given how he traversed from Earth to Thraxa in only a week, which would be a distance of 65 million lightyears. He wasn't even in a rush, either, so even that's not his highest performance, even at speeds at minimum of 3.389 billion times faster than light. In reality, Nolan might scale to Universa, who flew in from beyond the Observable Universe to Earth in about a day, which would be 34 trillion times the speed of light."

Crimson's phone suddenly rings from her pocket. Sighing, she unmutes Desperado's speaker and declines the call.

Crimson: "Ah-ah, before you speak, promise me you'll be more careful during these."

Desperado: "Ugh. Fine, I'll be more careful."

Popup: While Nolan might scale to Universa by scaling to Mark, who fought her, her lack of presence puts this scaling into doubt. We can still say Nolan can move much faster than what he has demonstrated, given the lack of effort he put in during his traversal to Thraxa. In fact, Thraxa wasn't even his destination - he was more simply wandering around.

Crimson: "Mkay. Take a breath, will you? I'll take care of this."

We see Crimson load up Mortal Kombat 1, and begins to play, selecting Omni-Man as her combatant.

Crimson: "So, all of that's really just his lower end, yeah? He didn't seem to be trying that much, considering Nolan wasn't even actively going anywhere; that speed feat from Earth to Thraxa is definitely far higher than a baseline calculation. While we can't say for sure, it's safe to say he can still move much, much faster than just a few billion times the speed of light. Unfortunately, without significant feats to verify his higher end, this should be his bare minimum. In the meantime, he's also done much more powerful feats, such as destroying the planet Viltrum. I know what you're thinking, how could busting a planet be so impressive? Well, simple... Ish. See, Viltrum is much bigger than the likes of the four big rocks in our solar system, considering it had rings. Put simply, Earth and planets its size can't support permanent rings. Viltrum, meanwhile, does have rings, and five moons in its orbit, all of which are perfect spheres. This means they must be a minimum of six hundred kilometres wide, and compared to the diameter of the planet, we can thus draw that the mass of Viltrum is nearly fourteen times that of Earth... Assuming that planet is on the same x-coordinates as the moon, and it is, in fact, the smallest. We can't say for sure. Viltrum should take up a volumetric space of about 3.91e16 cubic metres, thus with a mass of 8.141e25 kilograms, its density should be about 2.8 kilograms per cubic metre, assuming a perfect sphere and uniform makeup. Obviously, this should be somewhat inaccurate, but you can't judge me."

Desperado: "Are you going to explain things or play the game?"

Crimson: "Who says I can't do both?"

We hear Crimson's Omni-Man performing his "Trained Killer" Fatality on an unknown male combatant. We then hear the game announcer declare Fatality and Omni-Man as the winner with a Flawless Victory bonus.

Crimson: "Explaining the Roche Limit and double-flawless'ing the third idiot in a row. Get real."

Desperado: "Ugh, you're insufferable.. Wait, Roche Limit? Shut up, keep playing! Okay, look, the Roche Limit's formula is 2.44 times the radius of the planet times its density divided by the density of the satellite, to the power of one third, so plugging in these values, Viltrum's Roche Limit is about 4,850 kilometres. However, Nolan was still aided by his son as well as Space Racer and Thaedus to destroy Viltrum to begin with; despite this though, Space Racer's Infinity Ray has been shown to be able to destroy stars and cause supernovae, attacks which Viltrumites could survive thanks to their Smart Atoms. These things can 'remember' their prior states and automatically adjust to make the body stronger and increase its endurance and tolerance."

FEATS:

• Casually destroyed the Guardians of the Globe before most of them even knew he was there
• Killed the Immortal twice
• Effortlessly annihilated Flaxan civilization in a matter of hours
• Caught a baseball that traveled around the Earth in 20 seconds
• Split a cruise ship in half
• Almost killed Invincible even while holding back
• Lifted a large chunk of land with one hand
• Overwhelmed Allen the Alien several times over the course of 15 years
• Mindlessly hovered in front of, and moved away from a black hole
• Moved from Earth to Thraxa (65 million lightyears) in under a week
• Entirely unfazed by nuclear weapons capable of inducing solar flares (~1 quintillion tons of TNT)
• Scales to mid-late series Invincible, who pushed a moon into Mars
• Comparable to Mean Supreme and Suprema, who can lift universes and casually kick stars around
• Defeated and hospitalized Lucan, Vidor, and Thula with modest effort
• Survived the Scourge Virus, which reduced the Viltrumite population by 99.9%
• Scales somewhat to Thragg, who survived in the core of the sun, where it can be 15 million degrees C
• Held his own against a massive horde of Thaxan-Viltrumite hybrids
• Likely superior to Coaliton of Planets ship-based weapons, which destroyed a Solar Disc
• Barely survived being ripped in half by Thragg
• Defeated Titans Shang Tsung and Liu Kang

Crimson: "He's a lot of feats here, let's see..."

Desperado: "Ho-ho-holy shit, he killed Titans? Didn't we just talk about how powerful they are?"

Crimson: "Here we go..."

Desperado: "Titans are more powerful than Elder Gods as we know, and-"

Crimson: "Shut up! Listen here."

We hear Omni-Man's Tower Ending in Mortal Kombat 1: "Desperate to avoid defeat, Titan Shang Tsung had stolen me from my timeline to set me against Liu Kang - he assumed a Viltrumite would shift kombat in his favor. Shang Tsung was right, of course, but was blinded by ambition and failed to consider that my only true loyalty is to the Viltrum Empire."

Crimson: "So he faced off Liu Kang. By this point, Liu had already regained his Titan powers, and had summoned other Titans, lots of them. The fact he defeated at least old Liu shows his superiority over him, and Liu summoning Titans requires him to be capable of defying the laws of physics and spacetime. His inability to keep up with Nolan here, paired with Shang Tsung's subsequent death - and assuming he has done the same - shows Omni-Man must be in the complex multiversal levels, no different to Titans of previous timelines."

ARSENAL, ABILITIES & SKILLS:

ARSENAL:

• Special space-comm earpiece
• Viltrumite physiology
• Smart Atoms

ABILITIES:

• Flight
• Regeneration
• Enhanced senses
• Reactive evolutionary changes
• Can make his son think
• Immunity to Earthly diseases and partial immunity to the Scourge Virus

Desperado: "And it's not like that's his only shit to throw at someone, because he can fly, move faster than light, regenerate, and heard near-silent and saw near-invisible armed soldiers ready to shoot at him! I mean, not like those guns did anything, but his enhanced senses are noteworthy."

Crimson: "But there's a catch. See, due to his vestibular system's vulnerability, sufficiently high frequencies could disorient and ground him, and even more precise waves could cause hallucinations or coma, or if held long enough, death."

Desperado: "That's a price worth paying for having... Did you really just write 'these hands' for his skills?"

Crimson: "What? He hasn't demonstrated martial arts style mastery."

SKILLS:

• These hands
• No exact style demonstrated, but has trained for at least 2,000 years as a Viltrumite warrior

BACKGROUND:

• >2,000 years old
• Viltrumite warrior, then Emperor
• Father of Mark and Oliver
• 196 cm/6'5"
• 114 kg/250 lbs
• Killer mustache

Desperado: "Killer mustache? Seriously? You're married!"

Crimson: "I- Wh... Oh, this is a very frustrating conversation."

PRELUDE

Crimson: "Okay, we're all set. We've run the data through all possibilities."

Desperado: "It's time for a DEATH BATTLE!"

DEATH BATTLE

PRE-FIGHT

Evening. Outworld's Great Hall wasn't too busy, only a conclusion of the feast at the latest Tournament of Champions, hosted by Outworld, though in which Earthrealm Champion Raiden was the victor. The combatants and guests were all gone, and the only ones left in the Great Hall were the Umgadi and the Royal Family. An upset, but controlled Sindel approaches her older daughter, Mileena, as the latter ascends the steps into the palace itself.

Sindel: "Mileena, may we discuss your condition later tonight?"

Mileena lets out a reluctant sigh. She had been infected with Tarkat, but had kept it controlled. But, the risk it posed was dire, and of the highest importance to both herself and her mother. Stopping, and turning to face her mother with a soft smile, lest she lash out violently, she nodded and answered, "Of course. I can't condone why I have it, only..."

Sindel suddenly turns her head in the direction of a distant, thundering slam. It was somewhere not too far, but none in Outworld or in any realm possessed the ability to make such a commotion. If so, they certainly would have during the tournament, and no such fighter had. Then, she realized that the source was no combatant, and was no natural happenstance. Kitana too caught onto this, and had stepped in front of her mother cautiously, listening attentively to the noise. Her eyes suddenly widen as a red and white object comes zooming towards her. With Sindel behind her, she quickly turns around and shoves her mother out of harm's way, much to the Empress' disbelief and small feeling of confusion.

Kitana: "Mother, look out-!"

[Cue Music: (Official) Tower Defense Simulator OST - Gatekeeper]

Tragically, Kitana did not survive the collision, for her body was torn in half as the object soared right through her. The object, in fact, was not just a projectile, it was one of Outworld's gravest threats Liu Kang warned them about - A Viltrumite. Not just any, but the Viltrum Emperor - Nolan. He narrows his eyes at the empress as he clenches his fists, ready to strike, but doesn't quite face her.

Sindel: "You... Dare intrude my palace and kill my daughter?!" She snarls furiously, swallowing the motherly grief as she briefly eyed her daughter's mangled upper corpse. Mileena quickly retrieves her dead sister's upper half, whilst Tanya does so for the other, and bring her remains into the palace. "For that, you... Will die!"

Nolan simply sighs as he turns to face her, hovering slightly in the air as he flicks a part of Kitana's large intestine off his shoulder, making a small noise of contempt. "Not by your hands. Survive and I'll keep you as a pet."

Sindel: "Pets?!" She roars, charging at him with a Banshee Scream that briefly stuns him, just long enough for her to tackle him into a pillar.

FIGHT!

A storm brews overhead, with flashes of lightning illuminating the dark, ominous clouds. The air vibrates with the anticipation of the conflict as Sindel, the Empress of Outworld, hovers in the air, eyes locked on her foe: Omni-Man, the relentless Viltrumite warrior. Both warriors stand at the precipice of their respective fates, and neither is willing to back down. The battle begins with Sindel in the air, her flowing hair and regal attire billowing in the storm’s wind. Her eyes flash with intense concentration as she assesses Omni-Man, who stands below, his eyes narrowed and fists clenched. The tension is palpable. Omni-Man doesn't speak; he never does. He charges forward at blinding speed, his MFTL reflexes kicking in as he hurtles toward Sindel. His fist, a comet in motion, is aimed directly for her heart. But Sindel is quick. With a screech that splits the air, her banshee scream rips through the atmosphere, sending a powerful wave of force toward Omni-Man. The sound is deafening, and it strikes him square in the chest. His head reels from the disorienting effect, his balance thrown into chaos.

"You’ll need more than that, woman!" Omni-Man growls as he regains his footing mid-air, shaking off the disorientation. His speed allows him to recover rapidly, but Sindel capitalizes on the brief moment of vulnerability, following up with a sharp, calculated airburst attack, sending sharp gusts of wind and energy spikes toward him. The moment the Empress' assault begins, the very air cracks with power. Omni-Man launches himself at Sindel with blinding speed, his fists crackling with energy, while Sindel counters with her full regal fury, her hair whipping around her like a wild storm. She extends her arms, summoning the full strength of her banshee powers as she unleashes a torrent of energy that splits the air itself.

Omni-Man doesn't flinch. His body tenses, and with a roar, he barrels through her sonic assault, absorbing the shockwaves and redirecting them back at her. Reality itself shudders under the force of their blows. Sindel, grinning through the pain, moves with a regal grace, telepathically manipulating the surrounding air to form energy blasts that explode against Omni-Man’s chest. But he doesn't budge. His skin cracks slightly from the intensity, but he is relentless. He punches through the storm, closing the distance between them and delivering a devastating blow to Sindel’s midsection.

The impact sends her flying across the battlefield, but the force of her collision with the very fabric of the universe sends shockwaves through countless timelines. Fractures ripple outward from her impact point, and distant universes begin to warp and shatter. The sheer power of her physical collision has triggered a cataclysmic collapse of multiple realities. Omni-Man grits his teeth, tearing through the blasts with his fists and sheer will. The gusts leave minor cuts, but his durability allows him to shrug off the pain. He’s relentless—there’s no retreat, no hesitation. His experience in battle is evident as he closes the gap in a blink, moving faster than Sindel can react.

Sindel, breathing heavily but unbroken, recovers mid-air. She raises both hands toward the sky, the boundless power of Outworld coursing through her veins. With a terrifying scream, she summons the full chaotic energy of the realms, her voice echoing in every broken dimension. The shockwave from her scream creates rifts in time itself, distorting and unraveling entire universes. Some are destroyed outright; others twist and bend as if they no longer exist in the same reality.

Omni-Man, unfazed by the destruction around him, grits his teeth. His eyes glow with fury, and he reacts in kind. The force of his own energy erupts from him like an explosion, sending a massive shockwave toward Sindel, shattering the space-time continuum itself. A gigantic ripple of energy emanates from their collision, creating a massive tear in the surrounding reality. Time itself begins to fracture and unravel as the two combatants exchange blows. Every punch from Omni-Man is a comet of destruction, and each scream from Sindel tears the fabric of space. The universes within the rifts collapse and splinter, millions of realities dying with each hit.

Omni-Man lands a devastating blow to Sindel's side, sending her crashing into the stone streets below. She slams into the ground, creating a crater upon impact. The city trembles from the force of the blow. Sindel grits her teeth, bloodied but not broken. She pushes herself up, her eyes glowing with fury. “Is that all?” she hisses, her voice full of venom as she steadies herself. The pain only fuels her rage. She raises her hand, summoning the power of Outworld’s energy to enhance her strength. A blackened aura surrounds her, and her hair flares with electric energy, turning her into a glowing goddess of destruction.

Omni-Man rushes in again, but Sindel is ready. Her banshee scream amplifies, this time focused into a concentrated, sonic burst that reverberates through the very air itself. The force hits Omni-Man full on, knocking him off course just as he gets too close. The sound waves pierce through his defenses, rattling his inner ear and disorienting him, but this time, it’s not enough to take him out. In a blur, Omni-Man recovers. He moves with such speed that he appears as a mere streak of light, reappearing in front of Sindel before she can react. His fist slams into her midsection, sending her careening backward through the cityscape, smashing through columns and walls. The power in his blows is devastating.

Sindel is winded, her body battered, but her resolve remains unbroken. As she struggles to regain control, she teleports, appearing in midair behind Omni-Man. A massive wave of force erupts from her hands, a storm of energy directed straight at his back. Omni-Man barely reacts in time, but the blast still throws him off balance for a split second. It’s just enough for Sindel to land behind him, where she strikes with a powerful, focused scream, sending him crashing into a building. The structure collapses under the force of the impact, but Omni-Man isn’t finished yet.

Omni-Man, now visibly bloodied but still relentless, stands up amidst the rubble. His eyes burn with the intensity of a Viltrumite's endless resolve. "You are strong," he growls, wiping blood from his mouth, "but I will not be stopped." With that, Omni-Man launches himself into the air, his speed exceeding that of light. He closes the distance in an instant, and before Sindel can react, his fist lands in her gut, the impact shattering her ribs and sending her flying backward into the atmosphere.

Sindel gasps for air, her body aching from the overwhelming assault. She struggles to regain her bearings as she hovers in midair, trying to shake off the effects of the brutal punch. Her mind races—she needs to keep Omni-Man off balance, but she knows he’s nearly unstoppable when in full motion. In a desperate attempt to regain the upper hand, Sindel unleashes her most powerful ability—the full, amplified banshee scream—aimed directly at Omni-Man’s sensory system. The sound is unbearable, a force of pure, unfiltered chaos. This time, it is not just a disorienting shockwave; it is a direct assault on his inner ear and balance, intensifying the effects of the weakness he’s so often struggled with.

Omni-Man falters, his head spinning, his vision blurring. The once unyielding Viltrumite stumbles mid-flight, the scream reverberating through every fiber of his being. But even in this vulnerable state, Omni-Man’s survival instincts kick in. His recovery speed is unparalleled, and despite the immense pain, he forces himself back into focus, his fists clenched with grim determination. With a roar, Omni-Man punches through the air, reaching Sindel with such speed that she cannot dodge. His fist connects with her chest, but this time, it isn’t just physical power—he’s channeling the full force of his will. Sindel’s body is sent rocketing back through the sky, her aura flickering out as the force of the blow rips through her defenses.

As Sindel flies backward from another devastating strike from Omni-Man, she feels something shift within her. The energy in her body begins to pulse at dangerous levels, but this is no longer the simple power of a banshee scream or Outworld’s force—this is the energy of entire realities being torn asunder. The power she’s unleashing is not something even she can fully control. Still, Sindel fights on. She grits her teeth and locks eyes with Omni-Man, knowing that this is their final moment. The fabric of the universe around them is now invisible, existing only as a kaleidoscope of realities crashing into each other.

She channels the last of her energy into a devastating, planet-shattering scream aimed directly at Omni-Man's chest. The wave of energy strikes with a force so intense that it cracks the very structure of time itself. Entire timelines begin to collapse, each ripple from her scream creating another break in reality. The barriers between dimensions start to fray. Omni-Man, bloodied and bruised but still standing, charges through the energy blast. He doesn’t even flinch as the world around him twists. His hand clenches into a fist, and with a final, earth-shattering punch, he sends Sindel crashing into the very core of the shattering multiverse. The collision creates a massive explosion, the shockwave expanding across infinite timelines and universes, the distortion of space-time bending the very concept of existence.

Both warriors lie on the shattered ground, gasping for breath. The air around them crackles with residual energy, and the remains of the city continue to smolder. Sindel, her body broken and bloodied, can barely stand. Her eyes are defiant, even as her energy wanes. She had pushed Omni-Man to his limits, but the sheer force of his endurance and recovery kept him in the fight. Omni-Man, too, is battered and bruised. His movements are slow now, and the disorienting effects of Sindel’s scream have left him unsteady. He stares at her, his chest rising and falling with each breath, knowing that he has just barely survived this fight.

Both warriors stand in a moment of bitter realization: neither can defeat the other completely. Sindel's scream has left Omni-Man near incapacitated, but he is a warrior beyond compare, unwilling to yield. On the other hand, Sindel’s energy reserves are nearly spent, and though she was able to hold her ground, she cannot push much further. "You..." The Viltrumite growls, his breath weak, yet quick as he fights to hold himself together. "Will.." Despite his exhaustion, Omni-Man rears his hand back as he hovers again, clenching it into a fist for one more attack. He sighs and lets out a defiant, final shout as he charges at the Empress. "DIE!"

The Edenian doesn't let her fatigue get in the way too much; she lets out her own shout in the form of one more Banshee scream, hitting him head-on just as his fist crashes into her chest. His ears erupt bloodily as he groans in utter agony as the Empress' heart shatters on the other side of her body, her torso impaled on the man's forearm. Yet, he quickly retracts his arm and breathes too quickly to remain stable. He stumbles for a moment and swings his fists a few times, caught in a hallucination, before falling over, his mouth spewing blood, too much. His skin grows pale as his eyes close, his last breath drawn. Both Viltrum and Outworld are left with no monarchs.

Both Sindel and Omni-Man lie at the center of the destroyed battlefield, their bodies battered and broken, but their power never fades. Sindel’s banshee scream has left a tear in the space-time continuum, and Omni-Man’s relentless strength has obliterated the very fabric of reality. The energy they’ve unleashed has erased entire timelines, leaving nothing but a void where once there was existence. As their bodies twitch, neither can continue the fight. The battle has gone beyond what either could survive. Sindel’s final scream has ravaged the very essence of space, and Omni-Man's unrelenting power has shattered the boundaries between universes. Time itself buckles under the strain of their battle. And in the final moments, as all existence begins to fade, Sindel and Omni-Man exchange one final, knowing glance—acknowledging that neither could live in this shattered world. With the final clash between them, both warriors collapse into nothingness, their deaths echoing through the remaining voids of existence.

Yet, they rise again, in the dark void, with the Hourglass at its center. The Viltrumite is the first to speak. He grumbles with self-disappointment, yet respect for his opponent. "Well, that was quite the battle. Perhaps we'll fight in this afterlife, no?"

The Empress chuckles as she stands firmly on her feet, her hair expanding as it had so done during their brawl. She lets out a humored, almost sadistic laugh as she hovers in the air. "As you wish," She slyly grinned. "My dear 'emperor.'"

[Cue Music: Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance OST: Red Sun]

The battleground is an unstable nexus of timelines and dimensions, a rift where multiple realities collide and break apart. This place exists outside the normal flow of time, a disjointed universe where space warps and shifts with every powerful blow. Fragments of destroyed worlds and fading memories hang in the air like disjointed pieces of a shattered puzzle. This is where the battle for all realities will unfold—a place where the very laws of physics buckle under the immense power of the combatants.

The sky above is a canvas of fluctuating colors, each hue representing a different timeline that has been twisted out of shape by the ongoing battle. Omni-Man, standing at the center of this collapsing dimension, glares at Sindel, who floats serenely above him, her regal posture unaffected by the chaos surrounding them. A tense silence fills the air as their eyes meet. Without a word, the battle begins. Omni-Man dashes forward at impossible speed, a blur of destruction that threatens to rip apart the space-time continuum itself. His fist, crackling with raw power, aims directly for Sindel’s chest, intending to crush her heart. The sheer force of his strike sends a shockwave through the nexus, causing entire timelines to buckle and twist.

Sindel, her eyes glowing with ethereal energy, grins in anticipation. She twists mid-air, her body moving with an elegance that belies the sheer violence of her power. A banshee shriek erupts from her, a concentrated wave of sonic energy that travels faster than light itself. The sound cuts through the rift like a blade, forcing Omni-Man to dodge at the last moment. The wave detonates in the distance, sending shockwaves that tear apart entire dimensions, shattering timelines into fragments. Omni-Man spins through the air, avoiding the blast, but the damage has already been done. Universes fracture, and realities bleed into each other, causing temporal anomalies to ripple through the air. The battle rages on as Omni-Man, enraged, flashes back toward Sindel, his fists smashing through the very fabric of space. His movements are impossibly fast, each strike causing the air around them to crackle with tension. He punches through rips in reality, the shockwaves from his blows annihilating planets and stars as if they were nothing. Sindel, despite being pushed back by the overwhelming power, never falters. She summons the full force of her ancient power, channeling the energy of the entire Outworld, drawing upon the infinite realms under her command. Reality itself twists as the ground beneath her warps and becomes a chaotic mass of energy.

In a sudden burst of power, Sindel raises her arms and releases a violent, all-encompassing sonic wave. The sound reverberates through the rift, shaking entire realities to their core. Timelines collapse, as worlds are reduced to nothing more than dust in the wake of her scream. The energy that flows from her voice is so pure and potent that the rift itself begins to expand, its tendrils reaching into distant dimensions, threatening to erase them entirely. Omni-Man, moving faster than the speed of sound, dashes through the wave, each step a blur of motion. He collides with Sindel, his fist slamming into her side, the impact creating a shockwave of unimaginable force. The blast is so powerful that it destroys entire realms, vaporizing them in an instant. The multiverse trembles as timelines split and fold into themselves, creating temporary rifts that blink in and out of existence. Sindel’s body crashes into a nearby timeline, and the very fabric of it unravels. But before she can fall, she grips the rift itself, pulling herself back into the void, her energy crackling around her like a storm.

The battle intensifies, the power of both combatants threatening to tear apart the very nature of reality. Omni-Man, refusing to back down, unleashes a barrage of devastating blows, each strike creating a rippling effect through the multiverse. The resulting explosions are so powerful that they send shockwaves through countless realities, each one crumbling under the impact. Worlds burn, entire galaxies are eradicated, and the cosmic balance shifts as each punch distorts the fabric of existence. Sindel, her energy at a fever pitch, uses her vast control over sonic waves, weaving them into intricate patterns that disorient Omni-Man. With telekinetic mastery, she forms a prison of sound around him, momentarily trapping him in a field of distortion. She then releases a focused sonic blast that rips apart a nearby timeline, shattering it completely, the remnants of it scattered across the fractured space.

Omni-Man, caught momentarily off guard, reacts in a split second, his willpower allowing him to break free. He lunges forward, driving a fist into Sindel’s abdomen with all his remaining strength. The impact is so immense that it creates a gravitational implosion, causing entire timelines to collapse inward upon themselves. The force of the blow is enough to dissolve entire universes, reducing them to nothing but a vacuum of empty space. Sindel, bleeding from the blow but unbroken, glares at Omni-Man. Her voice rings out in the void, commanding the energies of the rift itself. She raises her hands, and the very laws of physics begin to bend around her. Her powers manifest in violent surges, creating massive ripples of energy that distort the fabric of the timeline itself. Her screams shatter universes, causing entire galaxies to flicker out of existence as if they never were. Omni-Man stumbles, momentarily disoriented, but his resolve is unshaken. He focuses his remaining strength into one final, devastating attack.

Both combatants, now on the brink of exhaustion, prepare for their final clash. The rift between them expands into a storm of pure energy, each strike causing dimensional rips that bleed time and space into one another. The multiverse itself shudders, and the rift that was once a stable nexus of timelines now swells with the overwhelming power of their battle. Omni-Man, his body bruised and bloodied, grits his teeth. He knows this will be his last strike. He dashes forward, faster than the eye can see, and slams into Sindel, his fist cracking through her defenses with all his might. The shockwave from the punch rips through the very fabric of time, sending waves of destruction across the multiverse. The timeline cracks, universes vanish in an instant as the energy radiates outward. In the same breath, Sindel’s final scream shatters the entire battlefield. The raw energy releases in a cataclysmic explosion of sound and power, erasing everything within the blast radius. The very nature of reality collapses, as timelines fold in on themselves, creating a black hole of destruction.

The rift between universes—a chaotic maelstrom of broken timelines and shattered realities. The skies themselves appear to fracture and collapse under the immense pressure of the combatants. Each burst of power from either Sindel or Omni-Man causes whole dimensions to unravel like torn pages in a book, erasing entire timelines from existence with each passing moment. Fractals of otherworldly realms swirl in the air, their very existence at the mercy of the combatants' power. The laws of time and space themselves seem to bend and twist, as if the rift is a place outside of the natural order. Flashes of collapsed worlds flicker in and out of existence around them—a momentary glimpse of civilizations that once were, now swallowed by the overwhelming battle. Omni-Man stands in the center of this chaotic nexus, his eyes locked onto Sindel. He remains calm, but there is an unmistakable ferocity in his expression—a warrior's readiness to destroy anything that dares stand against him. His fists crackle with potential energy as he gathers the strength to deliver a blow that could shatter even the most resilient beings.

Sindel, unfazed by the swirling chaos around them, floats in the air, her dark eyes glowing with a strange, cosmic light. Her banshee scream has already shattered entire dimensions, her presence enough to cause fractures in the multiverse itself. Despite her beauty and regal composure, there is a primal fury behind her eyes—the fury of a queen who has fought and conquered for eons.

A silence falls.

Without warning, Omni-Man launches forward, a blur of motion so fast that it nearly shreds the space around him. His fist crashes toward Sindel, tearing through dimensions in an instant. He aims for a decisive blow, seeking to end the battle with a single punch. But Sindel is ready. She twists in mid-air, her hair billowing behind her as she narrowly avoids the punch, her body moving with unnatural grace. The very air around her warps as she unleashes a sonic wave—a high-pitched screech that rips through the very fabric of reality. The sound travels faster than light, colliding with Omni-Man just as he’s about to strike. The blast detonates, the shockwave rippling across the nexus, causing timelines to shatter and implode. The universe around them trembles, as whole galaxies and star systems are obliterated by the sheer force of the sound. Yet Omni-Man, unharmed by the attack, charges again, faster this time, as his resolve only strengthens with each attack.

The sky itself seems to split open as Omni-Man unleashes a barrage of punches, each one so fast that they tear through multiple timelines. His fists are like meteors, punching through the rift’s fragile walls with the force of an unrelenting storm. The sheer destruction he unleashes is unfathomable—planets crumble in an instant, stars explode as if they were fragile glass, and timelines disintegrate like paper caught in a fire. But Sindel’s powers are no less terrifying. She gathers the energies of the rift, her body surrounded by a pulsating aura of crackling power. As Omni-Man charges toward her, she creates a field of sonic force—a barrier so strong that it can deflect even his devastating blows. Reality warps around them as they continue to exchange power, a clash of might and sheer will. The ground beneath them cracks and splinters, unable to contain the sheer force of their strikes.

Sindel then screams again, her voice reverberating like the sound of a thousand souls crying out in agony. The resulting wave is so powerful that it tears a hole in the fabric of time itself. Time slows down for a fraction of a second as Omni-Man, caught in the blast, screeches to a halt, his body violently thrown backward. The rift around them begins to expand, distorting and fracturing, as if the multiverse itself were buckling under the strain. But Omni-Man is far from finished. His body glows with the energy of a thousand suns as he pushes himself past his limits. His eyes burn with intensity as he focuses all his strength into a single, world-shattering punch. In that moment, the rift trembles, as if it too can feel the weight of the blow. With an almost inhuman roar, Omni-Man launches himself forward, his fist heading straight for Sindel’s face with a speed that could bend time itself. Sindel, realizing that this might be the final blow, summons every ounce of power she has. She extends her hands, creating a massive sonic vortex that surrounds her. The vortex is a swirling, pulsating mass of energy, capable of absorbing and redirecting the most powerful attacks. The very essence of her Outworld energy floods the rift, fusing with the chaotic power of the multiverse.

Omni-Man’s fist meets the vortex, and the collision is catastrophic. A shockwave erupts from the point of impact, sending out ripples that cause entire realities to collapse. Timelines implode, consumed by the force of their clash. Entire galaxies are torn apart, their fragments scattered across the cosmos like dust in the wind. But the vortex holds. For a brief moment, Sindel’s power pushes back Omni-Man’s attack, holding him in place as the two powers meet in a violent struggle. It is a war of attrition—Omni-Man’s raw might against Sindel’s unyielding control over sound and energy. The fabric of the rift is stretched to its breaking point, as the two forces threaten to tear the multiverse apart.

The battle reaches its zenith, with neither combatant willing to relent. Their power has pushed the rift beyond its limits, and the multiverse begins to collapse in on itself. Realities begin to collapse, one after another, in quick succession. Worlds blink out of existence, their echoes swallowed by the violent energy that surges between Omni-Man and Sindel. Omni-Man, his body shaking from the sheer intensity of the battle, focuses all his remaining strength into a final, devastating assault. With an earth-shattering roar, he launches himself toward Sindel, his fists glowing with the power of a star ready to go supernova. Sindel, battered but defiant, unleashes a final sonic scream, one so powerful that it creates a vacuum of space around them. The very laws of physics begin to break down as the scream tears through the rift itself, fracturing reality at its core. The combined power of their final clash causes the multiverse to unravel.

As the blast spreads outward, both Sindel and Omni-Man are engulfed by the explosion. Their bodies are torn apart, their power consuming them from within. The nexus of timelines collapses, and the rift that once held the very fabric of the multiverse closes, leaving behind only the silence of destruction. As the battle rages on, the destruction caused by Sindel and Omni-Man intensifies, spiraling out of control. Reality itself is stretched thin by the sheer force of their powers. Every time they collide, the very concept of space and time becomes more fragile, like the fragile threads of a tapestry being pulled apart. The rift between universes shudders, threatening to collapse entirely, but neither combatant shows any signs of slowing. Omni-Man, ever the embodiment of raw, unrelenting power, hurls himself toward Sindel once more, his body a blur of motion. His fists crackle with cosmic energy as he channels all his Viltrumite might into each blow. The shockwaves ripple outward, tearing through dimensions like paper, sending entire timelines scattering into the void. With every punch, he seeks to overwhelm Sindel, to break her defenses and finally land a decisive blow.

Sindel, in contrast, remains calm and collected amidst the chaos, her mastery over the sound and energy around her apparent. As Omni-Man approaches, she raises her hands once more, creating a vast sonic shield. The shield vibrates with an intensity that distorts space around it, creating ripples in time itself. Omni-Man’s fists connect with the shield, each impact producing an ear-splitting sound that tears through entire realities. But instead of faltering, Sindel pulls the energy from the very rift itself, redirecting it back at Omni-Man with such force that it causes time to fracture. The multiverse’s walls splinter at the seams, whole universes shuddering from the blow. Despite the relentless barrage of attacks, Omni-Man’s endurance remains unmatched. He powers through the onslaught, his Viltrumite physiology giving him the ability to heal and adapt far faster than any normal being could. With each successive blow, he becomes more ferocious, pushing himself beyond the limits of reason and sanity, his desire to win fueling his every move.

Time bends around them, as if the universe itself cannot keep up with the raw power of their combat. Time loops, momentarily rewinding and replaying the same moments in different sequences as each fighter struggles to land a fatal blow. Histories merge and blend, as battles fought across universes bleed into one another, creating false realities where the past and future collide in violent, chaotic collisions. Each shift further destabilizes the very concept of reality, threatening to erase everything from existence. Sindel, with her deep well of cosmic energy, continues to focus her abilities to reshape the battlefield. She manipulates the rift itself, using her control over the sonic frequency to disorient Omni-Man, sending shockwaves through his mind and body. Omni-Man’s senses, already pushed to the limit, begin to blur, as the disorienting effects of Sindel’s shriek twist his perception of space. He is momentarily caught off guard, unable to focus as she unleashes a brutal barrage of sonic energy that rocks his body.

But Omni-Man is no ordinary fighter. His resilience and tactical genius come to the forefront as he locks onto Sindel through sheer willpower. His ability to ignore pain, to push past every physical limit, allows him to press forward, each movement more determined than the last. With a roar, he charges once more, tearing through the air at an almost blinding speed. His fist connects with Sindel’s shield, the resulting explosion shaking the very core of the rift. Time itself cracks, as moments stretch out and distort, seemingly unable to keep up with the sheer force of their blows. Yet, Sindel is not unprepared. She spins in the air, using her gravitational manipulation to create a distortion that momentarily pulls Omni-Man into a temporal anomaly, trapping him in a loop of his own past battles. Omni-Man’s body freezes, his every thought momentarily consumed by memories of his violent conquests across the galaxy. This brief moment of hesitation is all Sindel needs.

She unleashes a devastating shriek, this time aimed at Omni-Man’s core. The sound is a piercing wave of pure energy, and it tears through his defenses with a force so powerful that it shatters his internal systems. His body is thrown backward, his Viltrumite regeneration barely able to keep up with the damage. The rift itself is fractured even further, pieces of the once-stable fabric of reality collapsing like sand through fingers. Now, with both combatants on the verge of collapse, the consequences of their battle begin to take shape. The rift, once a chaotic nexus, now seems to pulse with an ominous energy. Reality itself is being sucked into their clash, whole timelines and worlds folding in on each other as the battle reaches its crescendo. Their attacks no longer only tear through the immediate space around them—they shatter the very essence of time itself. Sindel, sensing the instability of the situation, summons the full extent of her power. Her voice rings out in a deafening sonic crescendo, a pulse of energy so powerful that it fractures the timeline into a thousand pieces. The resulting shockwave threatens to consume both of them, collapsing the rift entirely.

Omni-Man, his body battered and his strength ebbing, realizes the danger. With everything he has left, he forces his body into one final push, channeling the last of his Viltrumite power into an all-consuming blow aimed straight at Sindel. His fist, glowing with the energy of a dying star, rips through the multiverse as it reaches her. In the instant before impact, time fractures one final time, leaving behind a shattered reality. The two titans collide, their bodies consumed by the force of the final blow, the rippling shockwave spreading outward like a shock through the multiverse. Entire realities vanish in an instant, erased by the sheer power of their final clash. The rift closes forever, leaving nothing but the silence of a universe undone. The battle between Sindel and Omni-Man is over. The rift is no more. The worlds they once knew, the timelines they once fought for, are now lost to the void. No echoes remain of their final clash—only the emptiness of the space where it all once was.

The multiverse, once teeming with infinite possibilities, now lies in ruin. Time is no longer linear, no longer bound by the constraints that governed it. The echo of their battle lingers in the silence, a reminder of the destructive force that these two beings brought to bear upon the very fabric of existence. In the end, neither Sindel nor Omni-Man triumphs. Both are lost to the ravages of their own power, consumed by the very forces they sought to wield. Their fight, a war of unimaginable scale, has taken its toll—leaving only the darkness of the void in its wake. As the cosmic rift swallows the final blow from both Omni-Man and Sindel, the multiverse becomes a mere playground for their power. In that fleeting moment, the universe appears to pause, as if holding its breath, teetering on the edge of annihilation. But even the silence that follows their violent struggle is filled with unfathomable tension. Each moment seems to stretch and warp as the reality they fought for crumbles into the abyss.

The damage to space-time is immense. Entire timelines buckle under the weight of the shockwaves. Each reverberation tears through the fabric of reality, pulling universes further from the center, and spawning new timelines, warped fragments of the ones that once existed. Unseen cracks stretch out from the epicenter, like the fissures in a glass window slowly reaching their apex. Omni-Man, his body broken but not fully destroyed, struggles to pull himself together. His Viltrumite physiology is built for incredible endurance, but this—this was unlike any battle he’d ever faced. He rises, shaking off the devastation, his body flickering between torn flesh and his healing form, his strength slowly rebuilding itself. The damage has set him back, but his sheer will to fight, to survive, keeps him from falling into the abyss. Every piece of his body aches, but there is a drive deep within him to preserve what little remains. Sindel, her regal presence still intact despite the crumbling surroundings, hovers above the shattered remains of reality. Her silver hair floats around her, dancing in the distorted atmosphere as she watches Omni-Man with cold, calculating eyes. Her breathing is slow and measured, but even she feels the cost of her power. Her body trembles from the strain, her energy reserves running low. She is a being of incredible skill, but even she cannot escape the consequences of warping time on such a scale.

For the briefest of moments, both combatants are still, as if the universe itself is waiting for their next move. But then, in a heartbeat, they are at each other once more.

Omni-Man lunges at Sindel, the final vestiges of his power surging through him. His body is a whirlwind of destruction, cutting through timelines and universes as he moves, his fist breaking through every layer of space-time in its path. Sonic booms crackle around him, raking across the shattered multiverse, but his focus is entirely on Sindel. He is determined—this time, it ends. Sindel, her energy barely contained, spins gracefully through the air, using the fragments of the fractured realities to her advantage. With a flick of her hand, she manipulates the very laws of physics, twisting time and gravity around her in unpredictable ways. Omni-Man’s fist misses by mere inches, tearing through dimensions and collapsing them in its wake. She retaliates with a scream that bends reality to its breaking point. The sheer intensity of her voice rips through the veil of time, shattering countless alternate universes in one fell swoop. Each wave of sound leaves behind a wake of destruction, unraveling the space around them. The dimensions within the rift collapse and snap together like a great cosmic puzzle being torn apart. Omni-Man feels the weight of each strike as it pushes against his body and mind. His endurance begins to buckle under the strain.

He roars in defiance, his body surrounded by an aura of cosmic energy. In that moment, he lashes out, extending his hands toward Sindel, gathering the remnants of the shattered space around them. He manipulates it, pulling the very laws of the universe into his control, intending to create an explosion that would obliterate everything around them—a last-ditch effort to claim victory. But Sindel is ready. With a sudden flash of light, she swirls through the collapsing fabric of space, shifting herself between dimensions with a speed that makes the air itself scream in agony. She is everywhere and nowhere. In one instant, she materializes directly in front of Omni-Man, and with a single motion, she sends him spiraling into a pocket dimension of infinite pain and torment. For the first time, Omni-Man falters. He is trapped in the void, his body surrounded by constant energy discharges from every direction. Time loops in on itself, trapping him in an endless moment of agony. But his Viltrumite nature forces him to fight through it. He breaks free, and in his desperation, he rips through the multiverse with raw, unchecked force, smashing open the very laws of reality.

Everything around them is destroyed—not just the dimensions they occupy, but the very concept of time itself begins to break down, as if their battle has gone too far. The multiverse crumbles, its essence beginning to bleed away into oblivion. Their battle reaches its apex—there is nothing left to break, nothing left to destroy. The multiverse is mere fragments of existence, teetering on the edge of oblivion. Each attack causes reality to rip open, sending fractured universes spinning out of control. Space and time can no longer keep up. Every punch, every shriek, every blow adds fuel to the fire, hastening the inevitable collapse. Sindel screams one final time, an attack so powerful that the sound itself becomes a wave of destruction, erasing all of reality with its intensity. Her voice is the last thing that can be heard in the multiverse—every universe and every timeline wiped clean by the sheer force of her power.

But Omni-Man, in a desperate, final act of defiance, gathers his remaining strength. He slams his fist into the core of the multiverse, forcing his body through the rift as it unravels around him. The raw force of his strike obliterates everything in its path. Time no longer exists; only the chaotic remains of what once was. The void between the realms is now an empty wasteland, a fragmented mirror of what was once a vast and thriving multiverse. The violent distortions from their earlier blows left deep scars in reality, fractures that radiate in all directions, threatening to pull the remnants of existence apart. Omni-Man and Sindel are no longer just physical beings—they are anomalies—ripples in the fabric of time and space that cannot be contained.

But as their energies continue to tear apart the cosmos, an unsettling calm begins to descend. The silence is a suffocating one. It feels as though the very essence of the multiverse has been drained—nothing left to hold it together. The remains of entire worlds and timelines float aimlessly, like lifeless debris caught in the riptide of destruction. Unseen realms that once thrived have been turned to ash, and the echoes of countless realities now serve as nothing more than distant whispers. Reality, as it was known, has been left in an irreversible spiral of entropy. Time, space, and existence itself have become so fragmented that even the laws of cause and effect seem to no longer apply. Omni-Man and Sindel stand facing one another amidst the chaos, their surroundings a broken tapestry of alternate universes intertwined in endless spirals. The ground beneath them is no more, but there is a clarity in their eyes—a shared understanding that their battle, whether it ends in victory or defeat, has already reached its peak.

Omni-Man moves first. With a flicker of motion, he disappears into the rift. A crack of light follows, the very laws of physics bending around him as he shifts between alternate realities with unnerving precision. He appears instantly behind Sindel, his fist crackling with energy, and he launches the strike with all his might. The blow rips through the timeline—tearing apart not just space but the very continuum of causality. Time splinters with his attack, scattering the infinite branches of reality into separate realms. With a sickening crack, alternate versions of Earth are erased, entire histories vanishing in a single instant. Yet Sindel, ever the skilled tactician, is no longer just reacting. As the strike comes, she warps time itself in a blinding flash. Omni-Man’s fist slams into the fabric of an alternate universe, but it is too late—Sindel has already moved. The moment she shifts her position, the rift she created amplifies the shockwave, sending ripples through several timelines at once, each cracking open and beginning to unravel under the weight of their combined power.

A universe dies.

Another begins to form.

But this is no ordinary space—this is the very point of creation, a place where time itself is still learning to breathe, still finding its place in the grand design of existence. It is an unseen dimension, one that holds no laws but those of the primordial forces. The battle now takes place in a place outside of space and time. Sindel, feeling the shift, smirks coldly. Her voice echoes through the newly formed timelines. "Is this your limit?" she taunts.

Omni-Man stands firm, his body pulsing with unnatural energy. His body morphs and adapts, shifting to match the shape and nature of this new reality. He has fought wars on many worlds, and this is no different—he is the force of will, the power of survival incarnate. But Sindel has one advantage: her grasp of the metaphysical forces, the very essence of life and death, that which transcends even time. Another scream rings out, and this time, it is not just sound. Her cry rips through the primal forces of creation itself, unmaking entire universes with her voice. Her shriek morphs into a vast, endless wave, cascading across the fractured realities. It is the sound of an uncontrollable death, the very end of existence spreading outward in all directions. Omni-Man, unwilling to yield, raises his arm to block the blast, but as the sound reaches him, it becomes more than just a physical force. The sound becomes a concept—an idea that seizes his very essence. It disrupts his will, his identity, and for a single moment, he is lost. Not in physical form, but in the metaphysical sense. The multiverse itself begins to decay further at the intrusion of Sindel’s power.

But just as she thinks victory is in her grasp, the air shifts, and Omni-Man rips himself free from her attack. His body is burned, broken in places, but his determination has not faltered. He is, after all, a Viltrumite, a creature built to fight, to survive, to conquer. Omni-Man, pushing through the collapse of space-time, delivers a final, devastating blow that is not physical but energetic, a compression of infinite force aimed at Sindel’s very existence. She screams as her essence begins to unravel, every shred of power she has unraveling into cosmic dust. But in that instant, the universe quakes violently. The energy of their attacks causes a violent split in reality, and their respective abilities begin to converge, tearing apart the boundaries between universes, creating a cataclysm that consumes everything.

As the collapse of the multiverse reaches its crescendo, a shudder runs through the remnants of existence. The very air seems to vibrate with the raw power that Omni-Man and Sindel have unleashed, but neither is ready to relent, even in the face of utter destruction. Omni-Man's broken body surges with life once more. Though the remnants of his Viltrumite form are burned and shattered, his will to dominate, to conquer, to survive transcends even death. The cosmic dust swirls around him, enveloping him in a storm of lost worlds. He stands tall, albeit with cracks in his form, his flesh burned and scorched by the energies he has absorbed. Sindel, on the other hand, floats in the void like a vengeful goddess, her dark hair billowing like a night sky in the absence of stars. She is barely conscious, yet her presence is still strong, the remnants of her spirit defiant. Her voice, though weak, still echoes across the fractured multiverse, a call to arms for all that is left of her power. Her gaze locks onto Omni-Man, and though she knows her power is fading, the fire in her eyes is undeniable. She is an Elder Goddess, the embodiment of beauty, strength, and destruction. And she will not yield.

The final moments stretch into infinity.

Omni-Man knows that there is no more time. Every realm, every universe around them is on the verge of collapsing, as though reality itself is gasping for air. The sheer magnitude of their powers has already stripped away any semblance of order in the cosmos, leaving only chaos in their wake. But this is his final chance. He cannot lose. In a blinding flash of speed, Omni-Man propels himself directly at Sindel. The very air around him ignites as he rockets through the collapsing dimensions, speed exceeding that of light itself. His fist clenches, charged with the remains of the universe-shattering energies he’s unleashed. He is the hammer that will end it all, but Sindel is not blind to his movement. She hears the subtle hum of reality splitting as Omni-Man approaches—a sound so familiar, so instinctual to her. She knows what is coming. She knows how he fights.

And she welcomes it.

With a forceful gesture, Sindel summons the remnants of her ethereal power. Her voice becomes a weapon once more, a shrill, haunting scream that rips through the air itself. The sonic wave radiates outward, the very fabric of the multiverse bending in response. The sound is like an implosion, collapsing universes, severing the connection between time and space. Reality fractures once more, twisting and distorting, becoming a mirror of infinite possibilities and contradictions. The pressure of the collapse magnifies every moment, with each second causing entire realms to fade into oblivion. Omni-Man’s fist slams into Sindel’s form, but the energy is so intense that the collision sends out a cataclysmic shockwave, further splitting the dimensions. Time itself begins to lose all meaning. Past, present, and future converge and distort around the two combatants, twisting them in every direction. The shockwave is felt on every level of existence, rippling across dimensions that no longer know the bounds of the natural world. The very core of reality breaks apart, leaving behind only the echo of their struggle. In the wake of their destructive clash, a temporary lull falls. The multiverse shudders, a momentary pause before the ultimate end.

Omni-Man, though severely weakened, stands tall. His body flickers—for a split second, his form shifts through the realms of alternate possibilities, blurring between different versions of himself. The pain of his wounds, the brokenness of his Viltrumite form, seems to dissipate as his sheer determination forces him to adapt. His eyes burn with an unyielding desire to crush his foe, but Sindel is no longer the same. The goddess of the void has drawn from the remnants of the collapsing universes. Her shriek now holds the very weight of all existence, not just her power but the amplified echoes of all the timelines that have died at her hands. The energy is so overwhelming that the very laws of the multiverse begin to unravel, leaving nothing but chaos. With a final breath, Sindel gathers the remaining fragments of her essence. Her hair flows around her like an ocean of darkness, and her eyes glow with a sickening brilliance, a culmination of all the power she has ever held. In this final moment, she is a supernova, an explosion of might and destruction. With a final scream, she unleashes her power in an all-encompassing wave, directed straight at Omni-Man.

The wave is not just sound—it is the absolute destruction of reality. It is the birth and death of universes, a cataclysmic event that will erase all timelines, all dimensions. Her voice echoes through every corner of existence, shaking the foundations of everything Omni-Man has ever known. There is no escape. And in this instant, Omni-Man does the impossible. He meets her attack head-on. Their combined forces explode into a blinding starburst of energy. The shockwave is so immense that it reaches across the entire multiverse, crashing through every dimension with devastating consequences. The energy from the collision creates a massive void, an area where no laws of physics apply. For a fleeting moment, there is nothing but absolute darkness—the complete and total end of everything. Not even a spark of light remains. Not even the sound of existence.

And then—there is silence.

Not the kind of silence found in stillness, but the kind that happens when everything has been erased. All that remains is the empty void where everything once existed. The broken pieces of time, space, and reality drift aimlessly, lost to the infinite chasm of nothingness. Both Sindel and Omni-Man’s bodies are unrecognizable, shattered beyond repair, their powers and spirits dissipated into the very fabric of the multiverse. But even in death, their struggle is eternal. For they are now part of the cosmos—an irreparable scar in the fabric of existence itself. Their fight, their war, is not over. It will echo across time, across every universe, forevermore.

In the empty void where their battle raged, the very nature of space and time trembles. There are no rules left—no fabric to stitch the broken dimensions together. The multiverse lies in tatters, and yet, somewhere within the fractured expanse, the faintest flicker of life remains. Omni-Man's final breath comes not from his own will but from the weight of his soul, shattered by the sheer immensity of the energies he clashed with. His form is barely held together by the most primal instincts of his Viltrumite nature. His once-golden skin is now blackened and torn, the brutal scars of battle etched into every inch of his being. His eyes—those eyes that have seen countless wars, conquered planets, and destroyed civilizations—hold only the faintest spark of defiance.

Across from him, Sindel’s form lies in the same agonizing state. Her hair, once flowing with the elegance of a goddess, is now but an ethereal wisp of energy, disintegrating into the empty void. Her regal robes, the symbol of her power as Empress of Outworld, hang in tatters. But the spirit of a queen never truly dies. They are both silent now, the battle over. The multiverse lies at the mercy of nothingness. Time and space swirl together like a broken puzzle, unable to return to its former state. And yet—within the vast emptiness—their struggle is still felt. Omni-Man’s body shifts and shudders, his Viltrumite essence still clinging to life by a thread. His body regenerates, albeit imperfectly. He begins to rise, the unstoppable force that once ravaged planets now barely held together, a living symbol of the impermanence of all things.

Sindel, though near death, seems to stir. Her voice, though weakened beyond measure, echoes faintly through the empty remnants of the multiverse. "This... is... not... the end..."

Her words are weak, but they carry the weight of eternity itself. Even death cannot silence her. Omni-Man’s gaze falls upon her, and for the first time in the eternity of their battle, there is something almost akin to respect in his eyes. He knows what it means to never truly yield, to never accept defeat. But there is a grudging understanding now, a realization that both of them, despite their differences, share something beyond power. In their final moments, as the remnants of the multiverse crack around them, they are two sides of the same coin—one born from the destruction of civilizations, the other from the beauty of their decay. And yet, there is no time left for either of them to reflect on their shared fate. There is only the deafening silence of an unrecoverable reality. Despite the destruction, a new energy pulses within the heart of the broken worlds, drawn from the very essence of their fight. A cosmic force, born of their endless clash, emerges—a phenomenon that has no name but is felt across the expanse of the void.

This energy, the residual remnants of their destructive dance, begins to pulse across the empty universe. It is both a threat and a rebirth, a force too powerful for even the laws of physics to ignore. In their final moments, the remnants of Sindel and Omni-Man’s unfathomable energy merge together, creating an explosion of force unlike anything seen before. This is not the beginning of a new universe, nor the end of their existence. It is the final warping of time and space itself—the two forces locked in an eternal spiral, their powers unable to die or fade into nothingness. Omni-Man, though broken and weakened, channels every ounce of his remaining power into this singular moment. His body begins to burn with the remnants of his Viltrumite will, each pulse of energy a dying roar in the face of annihilation. And as he reaches the peak of his potential, he delivers one final strike. His fist, already wreathed in cosmic force, impacts Sindel’s very soul.

At that instant, the explosion of power ignites something impossible. Time fractures into an endless loop. Space folds upon itself, forming a tangle of infinite timelines, all racing toward the singularity at the center of their conflict. In that single instant, a thousand versions of their battle occur at once, but none can fully emerge victorious. The universes tremble in the aftermath, but their fight persists, echoing endlessly through the fractured timelines. Each moment they spent locked in combat reverberates through eternity. There is no final victory, no singular outcome. For every universe that is destroyed, a new one is born from the ashes of their clash. But in each of those universes, the same battle plays out over and over. Omni-Man and Sindel, forever bound to one another—locked in an eternal dance of death, destruction, and rebirth. They are not mere gods or mortals anymore. They are the embodiment of endless conflict—an unstoppable force that neither side can ever fully overcome.

In one universe, Omni-Man’s final strike lands. In another, Sindel’s banshee scream rips through the very fabric of existence. And in each new world, their battle continues, unfurling as both a legend and a curse to all who dare witness it. And so, the multiverse fades into chaos, a realm forever marked by their fight, with no beginning or end, no resolution—just an infinite war that will never cease. The galaxies, stars, and timelines may continue to spin out of existence, but the legend of Omni-Man and Sindel endures. Though their bodies are nothing but dust, their fight, their endless struggle, is written into the very structure of the multiverse. It is a legacy that will never fade, an eternal reminder of the fragility of all things, and the unyielding nature of true combat. Omni-Man may have fallen, but in another dimension, in another timeline, he rises again. And Sindel, always waiting in the void, will never let him rest.

Their conflict is not over. It will never end. In the endless corridors of the multiverse, where timelines unravel like threads in a tapestry too vast for mortal comprehension, their clash becomes a paradoxical anchor. The power unleashed in their final moments had done more than shatter the boundaries of reality—it had rewritten the rules of existence itself. Each timeline that spawns from the explosion of their powers is a distorted reflection of the original. Universes form with strange and twisted laws: some where gravity pulls upward, some where time flows in reverse, and others where light bends in impossible directions. Omni-Man and Sindel's battle has corrupted the foundation of creation, infecting it with their unyielding will. In one timeline, Omni-Man rules over a shattered Earth, his power unchallenged but hollow, for there is no one left to defy him. He roams the barren landscape, searching for something to fill the void left by his eternal conflict with Sindel. Her absence is a haunting reminder that even victory can be a curse. In another, Sindel sits upon a throne forged from the remnants of countless universes, her banshee screams still echoing across the void. Yet, despite her dominance, there is a gnawing emptiness. She knows, deep within her soul, that her greatest opponent is out there, somewhere, waiting for their battle to resume.

And resume it does.

Across countless dimensions, they meet again and again. Each time, their forms adapt to the unique rules of the reality they inhabit. In one universe, they are titanic beasts, their roars shaking the very fabric of existence. In another, they are incorporeal entities, their battle fought as flashes of light and pulses of energy. No matter the form, no matter the setting, the result is always the same: a draw that leaves reality in ruins. In one timeline, Sindel, wielding her banshee scream as a blade of pure sound, slices through Omni-Man's chest. The wound is fatal, yet his Viltrumite biology refuses to surrender. With his last ounce of strength, he drives a fist through her midsection, shattering her physical form. Both fall, their energies scattering into the void, only to be reborn in another universe, where the battle begins anew. In another, Omni-Man gains the upper hand, his relentless strikes breaking through Sindel’s defenses. But as he prepares to deliver the final blow, her scream erupts with a force that transcends dimensions, ripping him apart at a molecular level. Yet even in death, his essence lingers, reconstituting itself as the universe collapses around them.

Their battle reaches such intensity that it creates a new realm—a plane outside of time and space, where the fragments of their destroyed universes converge. This realm, known only as "The Eternal Plane," becomes a battleground for warriors from across existence, drawn by the echoes of Omni-Man and Sindel’s clash. Here, time does not flow, and death has no meaning. It is a place where warriors fight not for victory, but for the sheer act of combat itself—a never-ending cycle that mirrors the conflict of its creators. Omni-Man and Sindel are the eternal guardians of this plane, their battle serving as both a challenge and a warning to all who enter. Those who dare to face them find themselves caught in a maelstrom of power and fury, their own essence added to the ever-growing energy of the realm. In the heart of their endless conflict, there are moments—brief, fleeting moments—where they pause. In these rare instants, as their energies cool and their forms stabilize, they speak.

Omni-Man: "You fight like no other. I’ve conquered galaxies, faced armies, and none have pushed me as you have."

Sindel: "You are relentless, Viltrumite. But even you must realize that this war is futile. We destroy, only to rebuild and destroy again. Is there no end?"

Omni-Man: "An end? Perhaps not. But what else is there for beings like us?"

For a moment, there is silence. And then, inevitably, the fighting resumes. The multiverse demands it. Across the fractured timelines, stories of their battle become myth, then legend, then something beyond comprehension. They are worshipped as gods in some universes, feared as destroyers in others. Entire civilizations rise and fall under the shadow of their eternal war. In one universe, scholars dedicate their lives to studying the echoes of their conflict, attempting to understand the nature of their power. In another, a warrior, inspired by their endless struggle, rises to challenge them, hoping to end the cycle. But none succeed. They are more than beings now. They are forces of nature, embodiments of persistence and conflict, forever shaping and reshaping the multiverse with their eternal clash. Though their battle seems endless, there is always the question: Will it ever truly end?

Perhaps one day, in a universe yet to be born, something will change. Perhaps Omni-Man’s will to conquer will falter, or Sindel’s defiance will waver. Perhaps they will find a way to coexist, their energies merging not in destruction, but in creation. Or perhaps not. Perhaps the cycle will continue forever, their battle an unending testament to the duality of power and resistance. Whatever the case, one thing is certain: as long as existence persists, so too will the legend of Omni-Man and Sindel. Continue it does; In the heart of one battle, amidst the swirling chaos of collapsing timelines, Sindel manages to ground Omni-Man. Her banshee scream resonates at a frequency that not only shatters his body but targets his very essence, disrupting the energy that binds his existence together.

Sindel: "Even a Viltrumite has limits, Nolan. How many more times will you rise from the ashes, only to fall again?"

Omni-Man, battered and bleeding, staggers to his feet, his defiance burning like a dying star. He smirks.

Omni-Man: "And how many screams will you unleash before your voice fades, Sindel? You’re just as relentless as I am. Admit it—you live for this as much as I do."

Her gaze narrows, a flicker of doubt crossing her face. It’s the opening he needs. In a blur, he closes the gap, his fist slamming into her chest with a force that ripples across dimensions. Yet, even as she is thrown back, her laughter echoes through the void.

Sindel: "Is that all you’ve got, Nolan? I expected more from the conqueror of empires."

Their clashes are no longer just physical; they delve into the psychological, each seeking to unearth the other’s vulnerabilities. In one confrontation, Sindel’s banshee scream pierces through Omni-Man’s psyche, dragging buried memories to the surface.

He sees himself standing over a broken Earth, Debbie’s tear-streaked face etched with betrayal. The weight of his choices crashes down on him.

Sindel: "You fight to escape the guilt, don’t you? You’ve slaughtered uncountably, yet here you are, trying to prove your worth to… whom? Your dead empire? Yourself?"

Omni-Man snarls, shaking off the visions, his rage fueling him. He retaliates with a thunderous blow that shatters the timeline around them, sending fragments of reality spiraling into the void.

Omni-Man: "And what about you, Sindel? Playing the noble queen while you bathe in the blood of your enemies. You talk of justice, but you’re no better than I am!"

Their words cut deeper than their blows, each exposing the scars they carry, the burdens they refuse to acknowledge. Yet, neither falters. The fire of their conflict burns brighter. As their battle escalates, the multiverse itself begins to crumble. Entire realms are reduced to cosmic dust, their inhabitants caught in the crossfire. The Elder Gods intervene, but even their combined might cannot quell the storm. In one desperate moment, Raiden, empowered by the remnants of the Elder Gods’ energy, confronts the pair.

Raiden: "This cannot continue! You are tearing the fabric of existence apart!"

But neither Sindel nor Omni-Man listens. They are consumed by their battle, their hatred, and their twisted respect for one another. Raiden falls, his essence absorbed into the chaos, his pleas a faint whisper lost in the maelstrom. In the midst of one particularly brutal confrontation, Omni-Man seizes Sindel by the throat, lifting her effortlessly. His gaze is filled with fury, but there’s something else—a flicker of admiration.

Omni-Man: "You’re stronger than I expected, Sindel. Stronger than anyone I’ve faced. Join me. Together, we could conquer everything—reshape it in our image."

She smirks, even as his grip tightens.

Sindel: "And bow to a Viltrumite? Never. But I could make you kneel."

Her scream erupts point-blank, forcing him to release her as the sound tears through his senses. He retaliates, striking with a ferocity that sends her hurtling through the shattered remains of a timeline.

Omni-Man: "Then we’ll keep destroying each other until there’s nothing left."

In the crescendo of their clash, the sheer energy of their conflict births a new universe—a realm of eternal twilight, where the rules of time and space are dictated by their will alone. Here, they become more than warriors; they are gods, their power absolute. In this realm, their battle takes on new dimensions. Omni-Man’s punches ripple through time, striking not only Sindel but her past and future selves simultaneously. Sindel’s screams manifest as living entities, each one a weapon designed to exploit his every weakness. The inhabitants of this new universe, born of the duo’s fury, worship them as dual deities: Omni-Man, the Unyielding Force, and Sindel, the Eternal Echo. Temples rise in their honor, and wars are fought in their names. Yet, the gods themselves remain locked in combat, oblivious to the reverence they inspire. In the climax of one battle, they strike simultaneously—Sindel’s scream meeting Omni-Man’s fist in an explosion of light and sound. The force of their collision creates a singularity, pulling them into a void beyond existence. Here, in the infinite darkness, they are stripped of their powers, reduced to their core selves. Nolan and Sindel, no longer gods but weary warriors.

Sindel: "Is this the end?"

Omni-Man: "Perhaps. Or just another beginning."

They stare at each other, neither moving, neither speaking. In this void, there is no victory, no defeat—only the lingering echo of their eternal struggle. In the infinite darkness, Sindel and Omni-Man stand as mere shadows of their former selves. The cosmic grandeur of their battle is gone, replaced by a suffocating stillness. Time doesn’t flow here; there is no up, no down, only the weight of their shared silence. But even here, they are fighters.

Sindel: "It seems fate has a cruel sense of humor, trapping us together for eternity."

Omni-Man: "Fate has nothing to do with it. We’re here because of our choices, our arrogance. But if this is the end, I won’t waste it standing still."

His voice brims with defiance, his fists clenching as he steps forward. Sindel smirks, brushing her silver hair back.

Sindel: "Still stubborn, aren’t you? Let’s see if you can back it up without your precious powers."

Devoid of their divine might, the fight becomes raw and primal. Omni-Man’s punches carry the weight of lifetimes of war, each strike a testament to his brutal efficiency. Sindel counters with razor-sharp precision, her agility and skill honed over millennia. In this void, every move feels magnified, their breaths echoing endlessly. When Sindel spins into a vicious kick, it connects with a sickening crack against Nolan’s ribs. He retaliates by grabbing her leg and slamming her into the invisible ground with enough force to reverberate through the emptiness.

Omni-Man: "You’re skilled, I’ll give you that. But I’ve fought armies—conquered worlds. You can’t win."

Sindel rises, blood trickling from her lips, her laughter defiant.

Sindel: "And I’ve ruled a realm of warriors, Nolan. You’re not the first to underestimate me."

Their blows begin to stir something within the void, an ancient, slumbering force responding to their relentless struggle. The darkness shivers, and faint flickers of light appear, each one reflecting a fragment of their memories. Images of Debbie, Mark, Kitana, Shao Kahn, and countless others dance in the shadows, taunting them.

Sindel: "Look at what you’ve destroyed. Your family, your empire. Is this all you have left?"

Omni-Man’s gaze hardens, his voice low and venomous.

Omni-Man: "And you? You speak of family, yet you’ve betrayed yours more times than I can count. Don’t pretend to be better than me."

Their rage fuels their fight, the flickers of light growing brighter with each exchange. The void becomes a battlefield of memories, their pasts intertwining as they clash. Sindel’s banshee scream returns in fragmented bursts, shattering illusions of Omni-Man’s conquests. He counters with sheer brute force, breaking through the echoes of her reign. As their battle reaches its zenith, their combined will tears a rift in the void. A new realm is born, forged from their conflict—a chaotic expanse where the rules of reality bend to their whims. Here, their powers begin to return, but not as before. They are now equals, their strength balanced by the realm itself.

Sindel: "It seems we’ve created something… together."

Omni-Man: "Don’t get used to it. I’m not done with you."

The fight resumes with renewed vigor, the newly formed realm trembling under their might. Mountains rise and fall with each blow, oceans evaporate in the wake of Sindel’s screams, and stars ignite from the sheer force of Omni-Man’s punches. In one desperate moment, both realize that the realm cannot sustain their battle. Its very fabric begins to unravel, threatening to drag them—and everything they’ve created—into oblivion. For the first time, they hesitate.

Sindel: "If we continue, this realm will die… and so will we."

Omni-Man: "Then we finish this here and now."

With a mutual understanding, they charge at each other one final time, their combined power surging beyond anything they’ve unleashed before. Their collision creates a blinding explosion, a supernova of light and energy that consumes the realm. In the wake of the explosion, the multiverse shifts. Fragments of the realm scatter across existence, each one carrying a piece of their essence. They are no longer whole but exist as echoes, their battle etched into the very fabric of reality. In some worlds, Sindel is remembered as the Queen of Echoes, her banshee screams haunting the void. In others, Omni-Man becomes the Eternal Conqueror, his strength a force of legend. But in the hearts of those who knew them, their story is a reminder of the price of pride and the unyielding will to fight. In a forgotten corner of the multiverse, a faint spark flickers. Two figures emerge from the shadows, their eyes meeting with the fire of recognition.

Sindel: "Still alive, I see."

Omni-Man: "I could say the same about you."

And so, they clash again, their battle an eternal cycle, each strike echoing across creation. For Sindel and Omni-Man, there is no end—only the fight. The explosion that birthed a new realm ripples across the multiverse. In the endless expanse of the newborn plane, Sindel and Omni-Man stand at the epicenter of devastation, their bodies regenerating from the brutal clash. Fractures of light and shadow course through their surroundings, warping reality into a kaleidoscope of chaos.

Sindel: "Even creation itself trembles in our wake. Still think brute strength is enough, Nolan?"

Omni-Man doesn’t answer with words but launches himself forward, his fists driving through the volatile air, creating shockwaves that collapse nearby mountains. Sindel dodges with fluid grace, her banshee scream slicing through the space between them, distorting Omni-Man’s momentum and sending him careening into a chasm that swallows him whole. From the chasm, Omni-Man bursts upward, shattering the newly formed landmass. He uses the debris as projectiles, hurling jagged fragments of the realm at Sindel with unrelenting force. Sindel counters by twisting the winds around her, forming a protective cyclone that deflects the onslaught. As the fragments disintegrate against her barrier, Sindel’s eyes narrow. She thrusts her arms forward, summoning tendrils of energy from the cracks in the realm, binding Omni-Man mid-flight. The tendrils constrict around him like serpents, their touch burning his skin.

Sindel: "Even your strength has limits. Let’s see how far you can push them."

Omni-Man snarls, flexing against the restraints, veins bulging as he channels every ounce of his power. With a deafening roar, he shatters the tendrils, the resulting explosion ripping apart the landscape and sending Sindel hurtling into a crystalline spire. Sindel rises, brushing shards of crystal from her armor, her expression a mix of frustration and admiration.

Sindel: "You fight like a man desperate to prove something. What drives you, Nolan? Is it glory? Or is it guilt for the lives you’ve ruined?"

Omni-Man pauses, his gaze piercing through her.

Omni-Man: "And you? What’s your excuse? Is it love for your people, or fear of losing control again? We’re not so different, Sindel. We’re both willing to destroy everything to achieve our goals."

Her laughter echoes like a melody of defiance.

Sindel: "The difference, Viltrumite, is that I conquer with purpose. You? You’re just a tool of destruction."

Their exchange reignites the fight. Omni-Man’s punches tear through the air, leaving trails of spatial fissures that glow with otherworldly light. Sindel counters with precise strikes, her movements a deadly dance that keeps her just out of his reach. Her banshee screams grow sharper, now resonating with harmonic frequencies that destabilize Omni-Man’s flight mid-combat. Each scream forces Omni-Man to ground himself, momentarily disoriented by the vibrating air. Sindel takes advantage of these openings, landing devastating kicks and strikes, each one enhanced by the power of the realm itself. But Omni-Man adapts quickly. When Sindel unleashes another scream, he counters by grabbing her mid-sentence, his hand clamping over her mouth. He pulls her close, his eyes blazing with determination.

Omni-Man: "Enough talk."

He hurls her with such force that the horizon fractures, the impact forming a rift that threatens to split the realm in two. From the rift emerges a storm of echoes—reflections of countless possible timelines where their fight plays out differently. Sindel and Omni-Man find themselves surrounded by their own alternate selves, each one locked in battle.

Sindel (Echo): "Your arrogance will be your downfall!"

Omni-Man (Echo): "It’s not arrogance if I win."

The storm of echoes converges, creating a chaotic battlefield where timelines overlap. Sindel uses the confusion to summon spectral banshees from the fragments of alternate realms, each one a terrifying vision of her unyielding fury. The banshees swarm Omni-Man, clawing at him with spectral talons that bypass even his incredible durability. Omni-Man roars, his strength fueled by the endless conflict. He punches through the banshees, dispersing them into shimmering dust. He then grabs the fabric of an echoing timeline—a feat only possible through sheer force of will—and uses it as a weapon, slamming it into Sindel. The timeline shatters like glass, its fragments embedding in Sindel’s skin. She winces but channels the pain into power, her banshee scream now a crescendo of defiance. The sound waves ripple through the echoes, collapsing entire universes in their wake.

Omni-Man: "You’re insane!"

Sindel: "And you’re predictable."

The battle spirals into a dance of destruction, each blow reshaping the realm. They hit each other so hard that entire timelines shatter, the resulting debris forming new stars and planets in the newborn universe. But with each clash, their bodies begin to wear down, even their godlike endurance pushed to its limits. Finally, they stand on the edge of the realm, bloodied and battered. The ground beneath them crumbles, revealing an endless abyss of nonexistence.

Sindel: "It seems we’ve reached the end, Nolan."

Omni-Man: "Not yet. Not while I’m still standing."

They charge at each other one last time, their fists colliding with a force that erases the realm itself, leaving only silence. The silence of the void is deceptive, for within it, Sindel and Omni-Man are far from defeated. Their forms, now mere silhouettes of their former selves, burn with cosmic fury. Every movement leaves trails of energy that ignite the nothingness around them, sparking the formation of stars and galaxies.

Sindel: "You survive this, Nolan? How resilient. I’d almost admire it if it weren’t so… predictable."

Her voice echoes unnaturally, each syllable birthing vibrations that cause the fledgling galaxies to tremble. Omni-Man responds with a growl, his form flickering as he draws power from the infinite potential of the void.

Omni-Man: "Predictability is better than clinging to past glories, Sindel. You’re just a relic, fighting for an empire that never truly mattered."

His words sting, but Sindel smiles—a sharp, defiant expression that radiates her indomitable will.

Sindel: "Empires fall, Viltrumite. But legacies endure. Can you say the same for yours?"

Sindel raises her arms, the void responding to her command. Entire universes coalesce into weapons at her fingertips—a glaive forged from collapsing dimensions, a shield of spiraling quasars. She lunges at Omni-Man, her attacks precise and devastating. Omni-Man meets her onslaught head-on, his fists moving faster than light, shattering her constructs with each strike. He counters by grabbing a forming black hole and hurling it at Sindel. The singularity pulls at her, but she anchors herself by summoning temporal chains that tether her to the fragments of a nearby timeline. Their battle ignites a chain reaction, causing the fabric of the void to warp and twist. Fragments of their previous fights emerge, replaying their clashes in an endless loop around them, a haunting reminder of their stalemate. The strain begins to show. Blood—celestial and vibrant—drips from Omni-Man’s wounds, each droplet creating miniature universes upon contact with the void. Sindel’s movements falter, her armor cracked and her banshee screams taking longer to summon.

Omni-Man: "This ends now!"

He barrels toward her, his fists blazing with the energy of collapsing stars. Sindel braces herself, her glaive morphing into a spear that radiates with the power of countless timelines. Their weapons clash, the impact sending shockwaves that obliterate all remnants of the void, leaving only a blank expanse of white. In the stillness that follows, they find themselves in a space that defies understanding—a realm of pure thought and possibility. Here, their forms are stripped down to their essence, their physical and cosmic powers rendered irrelevant.

Sindel: "So, this is how it ends? No victor, no glory?"

Omni-Man: "Only an endless cycle of destruction. Maybe that’s all there ever was."

Despite their exhaustion, neither is willing to concede. They charge at each other again, their clash igniting this realm of thought into a new battlefield. Their blows resonate with the collective memories of the multiverse, their fight now witnessed by echoes of every being that has ever existed. Sindel’s screams tear through Omni-Man’s essence, unraveling his very being, while his fists shatter her connection to the timelines, leaving her isolated in the void. Yet, even as they destroy each other, they continue to fight, driven by a refusal to yield. Their final clash is monumental—a blow that annihilates the very concept of duality, merging existence and nonexistence into one incomprehensible state. The empty abyss expands further, an endless chasm stretching across an infinite void. Omni-Man and Sindel remain suspended in the nothingness, suspended by the sheer willpower that keeps their forms intact despite the realm’s destruction. They stand at the precipice of non-existence, surrounded by the remnants of shattered universes and distorted echoes of their final battle. Their eyes lock—tired, but unyielding, as both warriors gather what little energy remains.

Sindel: "You still believe you can win, don’t you? Even now, with everything collapsing?"

Omni-Man: "I never needed to win. Just survive."

With the remnants of their bodies still alight with the power of their shattered worlds, they continue to exchange blows, weaker now, but each one still sending ripples through time. Every punch, every strike, leaves behind infinite scars across the cosmos. Time fractures around them, a whirlwind of possibilities, of “what could have been,” of lives and realities that no longer have the luxury of existing. Sindel unleashes another banshee scream, this one echoing across the vast nothingness. The sound is an unstable frequency, breaking apart the very concept of reality itself. The waves pulse outward, causing distortions—momentary glimpses of a universe teetering on the brink, where worlds spin into destruction. But Omni-Man, his resolve hardened, pushes through the waves of agony. His body, battered and broken, refuses to fall. The speed with which he strikes her is like a comet—blazing through space. His fist lands squarely against her chest, tearing through the reality around them like paper.

Omni-Man: "I didn’t come here to lose."

Sindel: "No one wins in a war like this."

Their battlefield becomes nothing more than a formless void, the clash of their powers reverberating through infinite realms of existence. The impact of their every move is so profound that the universe itself seems to scream in agony—its structure fracturing as if it cannot bear the weight of their conflict any longer. Sindel’s body flickers between moments of fragility and strength. Each time she reappears, she seems closer to breaking, but every time she strikes, she finds another fragment of her willpower to cling to. Her hands glow with ethereal light as she summons the last of her magic, bending it to her will. Energy storms erupt from her palms, battering Omni-Man in waves of ethereal might. Yet, as the ethereal energy tears through him, Omni-Man’s recovery is almost instantaneous. His resilience remains unshaken, his Viltrumite nature refusing to succumb, even as reality itself deteriorates. Sindel’s final scream rips through the air with cataclysmic force—tearing at the very fabric of time and space, but Omni-Man intercepts it. His fist crushes the energy wave mid-flight, shattering it into splinters of cosmic dust.

Omni-Man: "You were never going to win."

He swings his arm down, and the sheer speed of his attack causes the pressure to ripple like a shockwave, disintegrating the very land beneath Sindel’s feet. She stumbles, her strength beginning to fail her as she reaches for the last remnants of her power. Her voice echoes with finality.

Sindel: "You might be strong, but in the end… you’re still a prisoner of your nature."

Omni-Man looks down at her, the cold realization of their inevitable end hanging heavy in the air.

Omni-Man: "So are you."

In that moment, both of them stop—breathing ragged, bodies broken—but still standing. The universe begins to collapse around them, its foundation crumbling into nothingness. Reality is no longer something that can hold them, no more rules to follow. Just the two of them, the last survivors of a cosmic battlefield that has unraveled everything. Omni-Man, battered and burned, steps toward Sindel, his fists at the ready. She, too, steps forward, hands still crackling with the last remnants of her ancient magic.

The final blow is inevitable.

As they collide once more, their punches meet in a cataclysmic explosion, an eruption of energy that blinds the universe, erases all sense of time, and tears through the very fabric of reality. The blank expanse of their current battlefield ripples, giving way to a kaleidoscope of infinite realms. Each layer represents a potential universe—a tapestry of possibilities stretching infinitely in every direction. Sindel and Omni-Man drift apart momentarily, their bodies mending wounds, their minds steeling themselves for the continuation of their duel. Sindel extends her arms, and the screams of countless versions of herself cascade through the multiverse, summoning fragments of alternate timelines. Each fragment takes the form of warriors, weapons, and avatars of her power. Thousands of shimmering duplicates of Sindel surge toward Omni-Man.

Omni-Man does not falter. His fists become a blur, tearing through the constructs with ease, but they overwhelm him through sheer numbers. He barrels forward at unimaginable speeds, aiming for the original Sindel. His trajectory warps the space-time continuum, leaving cracks that bleed light and matter into the battlefield. Sindel’s glaive morphs into a whip, a weapon that flickers between dimensions, striking Omni-Man from every possible angle. Each lash creates an explosion that echoes across universes. Omni-Man grabs the whip mid-strike, pulling her toward him. She counters by vanishing into a rift in time, reappearing above him with a banshee scream so potent it causes his body to contort unnaturally.

Omni-Man recovers swiftly, his body adapting to the screeching vibrations. He charges at Sindel with renewed vigor, his speed generating a vortex that pulls her into melee range. Their blows become a symphony of destruction, each strike tearing through timelines, obliterating the remnants of alternate realities. Their battle spills into a forgotten realm, a graveyard of deities long erased from existence. Massive statues of gods and titans loom over them, their forms eroded by the passage of time. Sindel manipulates the remnants of these deities, animating their colossal forms to attack Omni-Man. Omni-Man roars as he takes on the towering constructs. He rips through them with ferocious strength, using fragments of the shattered statues as weapons. He hurls a colossal spear formed from a god’s broken limb at Sindel, forcing her to weave through the assault with unmatched agility. As their fight rages on, the boundaries of time begin to fray.

The past, present, and future overlap, creating a chaotic battlefield where every version of their fight occurs simultaneously. Omni-Man watches as younger versions of himself fight and die against alternate Sindels, their clashes painting the battlefield with echoes of potential outcomes. Sindel uses this temporal chaos to her advantage, summoning multiple versions of her strongest techniques from alternate timelines. Omni-Man counters by adapting, his vast experience allowing him to outmaneuver even the most complex of strategies. He punches through a convergence of Sindels, his blows obliterating their temporal constructs. The fight reaches a new crescendo as they unleash their ultimate powers. Sindel channels the energy of an entire multiverse into a single scream, a soundwave that tears through the fabric of existence itself. Omni-Man counters by condensing his strength into a single punch, the force of which creates a shockwave that reverberates across infinite planes of reality. Their clash triggers a cataclysmic event: timelines collapse, universes implode, and the very concept of existence begins to unravel. Despite this, neither fighter relents. In the remnants of a single surviving reality, Sindel and Omni-Man face each other, their bodies battered and broken but their spirits unyielding. The battlefield is barren, a void where all things have ceased to be.

Sindel: "This… is how it ends, Nolan. A hollow victory for neither of us."

Omni-Man: "If it means proving my strength, I’ll gladly fight until nothing remains."

With their final reserves of power, they charge at each other one last time, their collision igniting the last spark of creation. The collision of Sindel’s banshee scream and Omni-Man’s ultimate punch shatters the last remaining spark of reality, leaving them in an absolute void. This realm is devoid of time, space, or dimension—a realm where only their sheer wills sustain existence. Sindel glares at Omni-Man, her figure ethereal and flickering as the void consumes the fragments of her body. Omni-Man stands resolute, his invincible form now translucent, bleeding light as his very essence begins to unravel.

Sindel: "We’ve undone everything. And yet, here we are, still standing. How stubborn can you be, Viltrumite?"

Omni-Man: "Stubborn enough to ensure my legacy doesn’t end here."

Their fight resumes with an intensity unmatched by any clash before. In this void, their strikes manifest as pure conceptual force—Sindel’s attacks take the form of endless crescendos of wailing souls, while Omni-Man’s blows reshape the very concept of destruction into a weapon. The sheer force of their battle inadvertently creates new universes, each born and destroyed in the blink of an eye. With each punch, Omni-Man generates entire galaxies, only for Sindel’s sonic onslaught to rip them apart moments later. These newborn universes become part of the fight—Omni-Man weaponizes collapsing stars and supermassive black holes, while Sindel uses cosmic winds and temporal anomalies to counter his relentless assault. At one point, Sindel summons a version of herself from a universe where she became a Titan Queen—a being who towers over the cosmos. This gargantuan avatar attempts to crush Omni-Man under its heel, but he counters by launching himself through its chest at unimaginable speeds, shattering it into celestial debris.

As the battle rages on, the void warps into a spiral of infinite possibilities. Each fragment of the spiral contains a version of their fight, ranging from Sindel’s decisive victory to Omni-Man’s overwhelming triumph. They glimpse versions of themselves in different forms:

A Sindel who wields the entirety of the Elder Gods’ power.

An Omni-Man who became the sole ruler of the multiverse.

Countless other iterations, their outcomes varying endlessly.

Driven by the sight of infinite possibilities, Sindel channels her knowledge of every version of herself into a single, ultimate form. Her body radiates with the essence of countless timelines, making her a living nexus of existence. Omni-Man, refusing to be outdone, condenses every possible iteration of himself into one unstoppable being—a singularity of strength and determination. Their clash transcends all previous limitations. They begin to fight not just within the multiverse but beyond its boundaries, into realms that mortals and gods alike cannot comprehend. Their battle spills into the conceptual layer of existence, where ideas, emotions, and fundamental truths are forged. Sindel’s scream no longer carries sound—it manifests as pure fear, regret, and despair, tearing apart Omni-Man’s resolve.

Omni-Man’s punches no longer strike with physical force—they represent defiance, inevitability, and absolute willpower, fracturing Sindel’s confidence with every blow. As their fight pushes beyond comprehension, even the abstract layers of existence begin to crumble. Time collapses into a single moment; space folds into a singular point. The two combatants are left as the only constants in a sea of nothingness. Their final blows come simultaneously:

Sindel channels the totality of all screams—the despair of every being who ever lived—into a single, devastating attack.

Omni-Man delivers a punch imbued with the accumulated strength of infinite lifetimes.

The impact creates a shockwave that ripples beyond existence, erasing everything they’ve fought for and against. As the dust settles, only silence remains. Both Sindel and Omni-Man lie broken, their bodies shattered, their essences flickering like dying stars. They gaze at each other one final time, mutual respect glinting in their fading eyes.

Sindel: "We… were evenly matched. Perhaps too much so."

Omni-Man: "A warrior like you… deserves a proper ending. Let’s finish this together."

The shattered void trembled with their combined presence as Sindel and Omni-Man stood locked in a timeless stare. Their battered forms radiated power beyond comprehension, their battle so far having unraveled countless universes and extinguished endless possibilities. Yet here they were, still determined to prove their dominance, their pride unwilling to allow retreat or surrender. Sindel broke the silence first, her voice resonating with a chorus of realities.

Sindel: "You are relentless, Nolan. But even the mightiest conqueror has a limit."

Omni-Man’s expression was stoic, his words cutting through the void like a blade.

Omni-Man: "Limits exist only for those unwilling to surpass them. Show me yours."

With that, the battle reignited with a ferocity that defied all comprehension. Their first strike, simultaneous and unyielding, ripped through the void and ignited the birth of countless universes. Entire timelines formed and collapsed within the span of their blows. Sindel unleashed a banshee scream that transcended sound, manifesting as waves of despair and chaos that destabilized Omni-Man’s physical form. In retaliation, Omni-Man’s punch condensed the force of collapsing stars, creating shockwaves that tore through the fabric of existence. Sindel spun gracefully, her flowing hair elongating into tendrils that acted as weapons and shields. Each strand carried the weight of countless realities, lashing out at Omni-Man with the speed of thought. He dodged and countered, his fists creating ripples that shattered her attacks, but not without cost. Her strikes managed to breach his defenses, drawing cosmic blood that glowed like liquid starlight.

As their fight continued, they found themselves dragged into the Spiral of Infinite Possibilities. Here, every outcome of their battle played out simultaneously, each iteration overlapping and influencing the others. They witnessed themselves in countless forms and roles: rulers of entire multiverses, forgotten remnants of a collapsed cosmos, even reluctant allies in a futile struggle against greater threats. Sindel harnessed the knowledge of her infinite selves, her attacks becoming more precise, each movement a calculated strike honed by endless experience. Omni-Man, ever the adaptive warrior, matched her growth blow for blow. He tapped into his own iterations, embodying the unyielding determination of every Nolan Grayson across existence. Their combat transcended the physical as they began to weaponize the very universes they fought within. Sindel summoned a celestial symphony, drawing energy from the birth of stars and the collapse of galaxies. Her banshee scream wove these forces into a weapon of unparalleled devastation, a blade of sound and light that cleaved through the Spiral itself.

Omni-Man responded by harnessing the raw power of creation. He condensed entire timelines into singularities, hurling them like javelins that exploded into cascading waves of causality. One such strike collided with Sindel’s scream-blade, creating an implosion that erased and recreated the Spiral in an instant. As their conflict approached its zenith, Sindel and Omni-Man transcended even their own infinite selves. They became entities of pure will, embodying concepts rather than individuals. Sindel represented defiance and adaptability, a force of nature that refused to be dominated. Omni-Man embodied resolve and inevitability, the unstoppable march of purpose. Their final clash was beyond description, a collision of abstract forces that reshaped the very notion of existence. Entire multiverses were born, lived, and died within the span of their final blows. Their essence consumed all that was, leaving nothing but their shared legacy imprinted on the fabric of what remained.

Yet their story endured. Across the Spiral, echoes of their clash inspired new legends, shaping the destinies of countless beings. They had become more than warriors—they were now the architects of possibility, their fight an eternal reminder of the power of defiance and resolve. The void began to stir, reshaping once again. Among the embers of their battle, fragments of Sindel and Omni-Man’s essence clashed anew, unwilling to truly dissipate. Like embers caught in a windstorm, they reformed as rival constellations, each guiding stars and galaxies in opposing directions. Sindel’s essence birthed radiant, flourishing galaxies, their inhabitants driven by creativity, defiance, and a desire to forge their destinies. Omni-Man’s fragments built systems governed by purpose and unyielding strength, where every action served a grander design. These constellations found themselves locked in a celestial dance, forever warring yet symbiotic, their interplay fueling the expansion of reality itself.

Far from the central void, their battle’s echoes reached realms untouched by their physical forms. Beings of immense power—Elder Gods, Titans, and omniversal custodians—paused in their duties as they felt the reverberations. Some sought to intervene, while others watched in awe, understanding that such a conflict was beyond intervention. In one timeline, Raiden and Fujin gathered the fragments of the timeline’s collapse, piecing together a narrative of inspiration for mortals. In another, Viltrumite loyalists, sensing Omni-Man’s lingering will, declared an era of expansion, vowing to honor his legacy with dominion over all existence. These ripples ensured the fight’s memory endured, each interpretation a piece of the larger story. Amid the fractured void, a glimmer of possibility emerged. A spark of mutual recognition flickered as Sindel and Omni-Man’s scattered fragments reconnected. This time, their forms did not reform as combatants but as guardians of balance. Together, they began shaping a new cosmos, their wills intertwined as creators rather than destroyers. Their voices echoed through the emerging reality, their essence a guiding force:

Sindel: "Let existence learn from our strife. Let the universes we create thrive beyond conflict."

Omni-Man: "Let strength guide them, and purpose ensure their survival."

From their union, the multiverse blossomed anew, infinite possibilities springing forth in a harmonious symphony. Their battle was over, yet their influence would echo for eternity, a testament to the power of will, pride, and the desire to shape reality. For what felt like an eternity, the void remained still. Fragments of Sindel and Omni-Man’s essence floated amidst the debris of countless shattered timelines and universes, like embers from a dying fire. The silence itself seemed alive, as if the entire multiverse held its breath. Then, from the remnants of their titanic clash, new energy began to coalesce. Sindel’s radiant essence and Omni-Man’s indomitable will converged once more. What had been destruction was now creation, but it was a fragile, volatile process. Their very natures refused to remain dormant, even as their forms began to manifest again. A faint echo of Sindel’s scream resonated, stirring waves of sound and light. Omni-Man’s raw energy crackled, causing space-time to ripple violently. This was no resurrection borne of peace. It was the prelude to an even greater confrontation—a battle that would push their limits beyond even what they had previously known. Their eyes opened simultaneously, each glowing with the raw energy of their essence. They stood not as themselves, but as avatars of the multiverse’s duality: defiance and inevitability, adaptability and resolve. Sindel’s voice broke the silence, her words charged with renewed determination.

Sindel: "You should have stayed gone, Nolan. Even the strongest must know when to let go."

Omni-Man’s response was as direct and unyielding as ever.

Omni-Man: "I’ll let go when there’s nothing left to hold. You haven’t finished me yet, and you never will."

Without another word, they collided. The impact was unlike anything before. Entire dimensions shattered under the force of their blows, cascading outward in a chain reaction that engulfed entire sections of the multiverse. Where their fists met, reality itself seemed to pause, as if unsure whether to collapse or rebuild. The battle became a dance through the infinite. They fought across every conceivable plane of existence: physical, metaphysical, and abstract. In one moment, they clashed in a realm where time flowed backward, their every strike unraveling history and reweaving it in an instant. In another, they fought within a dimension composed entirely of thought, their wills manifesting as titanic constructs that clashed and merged with the power of gods.

Sindel’s mastery of sound became a symphony of destruction. Her banshee scream now resonated across all frequencies of existence, disrupting Omni-Man’s very essence. Waves of sound became blades that sliced through his defenses, each note carrying the weight of a collapsing universe. But Omni-Man’s sheer force and adaptability countered her every move. He condensed the raw energy of stars into concentrated beams, hurling them with precision that forced Sindel to constantly adapt her defenses. Their fight escalated further as they began to manipulate the very fabric of the multiverse. Sindel summoned entire universes, collapsing them into singularities that she hurled like projectiles. Omni-Man caught them with his bare hands, redirecting their destructive force back at her with twice the intensity. The clash of these condensed realities created ripples that birthed new timelines, only for those timelines to be destroyed in the wake of their next exchange. They fought within the heart of a newly formed star, their movements igniting supernovas that spread across countless galaxies. They battled on the edges of black holes, using their immense gravitational pull as weapons and shields. Every arena became a casualty of their war, every moment another testament to their unparalleled power.

As their fight continued, they began to ascend beyond even the concept of the multiverse. They became aware of themselves not just as entities, but as ideas—symbols of opposing forces within a grand narrative. Sindel’s screams began to fracture the boundaries of storytelling itself, her voice shattering the very medium that contained their battle. Omni-Man’s strikes tore through the constructs of the narrative, reducing words and sentences to raw energy that fueled his relentless assault. Their awareness deepened. They saw the readers watching their battle, felt the writer’s intent shaping their actions. And still, they fought. The clash between Sindel’s defiance and Omni-Man’s resolve transcended even the confines of the story, becoming a force that shaped the very act of creation itself. At the height of their battle, they reached a plane where all possibilities converged. Here, they could see every iteration of their fight—every victory, every defeat, every stalemate. They saw themselves as gods, as mortals, as allies, as enemies. They saw timelines where they had never met, and others where their conflict had destroyed all of existence.

It was here that they unleashed their greatest attacks. Sindel channeled the energy of every victory she had ever achieved, every triumph across every timeline. Her scream became the voice of creation and destruction, a force that could unmake existence itself. Omni-Man responded by condensing the totality of his will into a single strike. His punch carried the weight of every reality he had ever conquered, every life he had ever claimed or saved. The collision of these forces was beyond comprehension. It didn’t just destroy universes; it erased the very concepts of space, time, and causality within its radius. For a moment, there was nothing. No light, no darkness, no existence. Only the lingering echoes of their wills, refusing to be extinguished. When the void gave way to a new existence, Sindel and Omni-Man were no longer adversaries, nor were they allies. They had transcended even those definitions. They stood at the nexus of this newborn multiverse, its very fabric woven from the remnants of their clash. Sindel turned to Omni-Man, her voice softer but no less commanding.

Sindel: "It seems we’ve created something greater than ourselves."

Omni-Man nodded, a rare glimmer of respect in his eyes.

Omni-Man: "Perhaps this was always the outcome. Conflict breeds strength, but this... this is beyond either of us."

Their gazes met, not as enemies but as equals. The multiverse around them pulsed with new energy, its potential infinite and unshaped. They had not only fought for supremacy; they had forged a legacy that would endure for all eternity. As they turned to face this new reality, their forms began to dissolve, merging with the essence of the multiverse itself. Their battle was over, but its impact would resonate through every timeline, every universe, every story. And so, they became more than warriors, more than monarchs. They became the architects of possibility, their wills forever etched into the foundation of existence itself.

K.O.!

Crimson: "The winner is... Neither?!"

The combatants continue fighting in the background as the narrators speak.

RESULTS & KOMPARISON

OMNI-MAN

• + More combat experience
• + Superior consistent strength, speed, and durability
• + Superior endurance through Smart Atoms
• - Less versatile attack options
• - Overall lethality countered by Banshee Scream
• Roughly equal speed

SINDEL

• + More overall experience
• + Directly counters flight and lethality
• + More versatile attack options
• - Substantially weaker physical strength and durability
• - "Glass Cannon" type; very powerful but unable to withstand equivalent strikes
• Roughly equal speed

ANALYSIS

Desperado: "Well, that was... Interesting."

Crimson: "This fight definitely had its quirks, but: Could the Banshee Scream actually affect Omni-Man?"

Desperado: "It sure could! Given Sinny's speed, she could move at relativistic speeds bare minimum, and MFTL+ if she really tried. On top of her huge strength, even if it doesn't quite exceed Nolan's, that much power could disorient the Viltrumite."

Crimson: "But it wasn't enough to kill him while keeping him far away enough for her to survive, right?"

Desperado: "Yes, but it still comes down to five other categories, starting with strength."

Crimson: "Sindel has demonstrated herself to be able of harming Cetrion, an Elder God who again, exists beyond the spacetime continuum, placing her at a complex multiversal level. Omni-Man, meanwhile, has defeated Titans, who are above Elder Gods. He killed at least two in quick succession, cementing his superiority; Strength goes to Nolan."

Desperado: "Right, strength clearly goes to Omni-Man, but experience is... A bit odd. See, Sindel's ten to fifteen thousand years old, way older than Omni-Man at two thousand. The thing is, Edenia was relatively peaceful and lax, so it's doubtful she was slitting throats, kicking arse, and being a literal Spartan like Nolan. However, she definitely seems to be experienced and skilled, so experience is equal."

Crimson: "But not stamina or speed. Nolan's Viltrumite biology does prevent him from tiring in most cases, but the operative word is most, and he still has his limits. Plus, Sindel's Titan powers grant her nearly infinite stamina, so this point goes to the Edenian. Speed, however, is different."

Desperado: "Sinny's been able to keep up with Cetrion and the like, who have demonstrated relativistic speeds. As a Titan, she gets a huge buff, so she's probably faster than light or even MFTL. However, Nolan by contrast already is MFTL+, and all we have is his minimum or his lower end. His higher end would see him moving at anywhere from tens of billions to even trillions of times faster than light, but he still has to accelerate first. Still, his reaction time and reflexes prevent him from being too slow anyway."

We see a comparison chart similar to the one below.

OMNI-MAN	SINDEL
+ STRENGTH	+ VERSATILITY
+ SPEED	+ WEAKNESS-EXPLOITATIVE
+ DURABILITY	+ STAMINA
+ ENDURANCE	+ OVERALL EXPERIENCE
+ COMBAT EXPERIENCE	+ SUPERIOR SKILLS
+ REACTION SPEED	+ WEAPONS
+ AGILITY	+ DEFENSIVE POWER
+ OFFENSIVE POWER	+ COMBAT SPEED

Crimson: "Both fighters gave everything they got, but ultimately, neither had one distinct advantage over the other that wasn't cancelled out."

Desperado: "In the end, omnipotence is a sin."

Both: "Draw!"

TRIVIA

• The core connections between the two fighters are that they were leaders of their respective empires (Viltrum and Outworld, respectively), and have offspring who are the respective heirs and are commonly associated with the color blue in their universes (Mark/Invincible and Kitana, respectively). Both are members of long-lived superhuman races (Viltrumites and Edenians, respectively). This battle could also be a battle of opposites, as it matches Omni-Man's raw physical might and sheer endurance against Sindel's magical powers and stubborn will.
• If this fight would have had an original track, the track's name would've been called "Klash of Invincible Monarchs," which notions to the first connection. It would primarily consist of vocals and be somewhat resemblant of both Solid State Invincible/Diabolical Invincible Me as well as Sirens of Combat. Both Omni-Man and Sindel would use vocals in the track, and would have military-style drumming and deep, rich choruses to signify Omni-Man and Sindel, respectively. The title is spelled with a K to reference Sindel's home series, whereas Invincible references Omni-Man's home series.
  • It could also refer to how both combatants are among the most powerful characters in their own series.
• This fight would be in 3D, visually resembling Mortal Kombat 1.
  • As Omni-Man is part of the game's Kombat Pack 1, and Sindel is part of the main roster, this makes this the third DEATH BATTLE! matchup to be playable in a Mortal Kombat game, the first being Terminator VS Robocop and Omni-Man VS Homelander.
  • A part of the opening fighting, specifically where the characters lock against each other, directly draws from Mortal Kombat 1.
• The line "This is a very frustrating conversation" is a reference to Brooklyn Nine-Nine.
  • Specifically, it is a line used by both Captain Raymond Holt and Frank O'Sullivan in Season 8, Episode 3: "Blue Flu."
• Desperado keeling over and collapsing is likely a reference to Wiz doing the same in Madara VS Aiden.
• Both characters would have been reprised by their respective DEATH BATTLE! voice actors, Tom Schalk for Omni-Man and Caitlyn Elizabeth for Sindel.