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Ch: 244 [No more Symbiote!]

The torrent of darkness surged toward them, each tendril crackling with raw power as it sought to obliterate everything in its path. Wanda responded first, her crimson magic coalescing into a massive shield that absorbed the initial impact. The collision of chaos and abyss sent shockwaves rippling through space, disintegrating smaller symbiotes that dared to draw near.

Peter, bathed in his celestial glow, took to the offensive. With a sharp gesture, he conjured a solar spear that radiated blinding light, cutting through the darkness like a blade through shadow. The tendrils recoiled but quickly reformed, adapting and becoming faster.

"This guy doesn't quit," Peter muttered, glancing back at Wanda.

"We'll make him," she shot back, her hands weaving intricate patterns in the air. "Focus on Knull—I'll handle the swarm."

Peter nodded, trusting her completely. He launched himself toward Knull, his celestial energy leaving trails of golden fire in the void. Knull watched him approach, unmoving, his pale lips twisting into a mocking smile.

"You're bold for one so young," Knull sneered, swinging the Necrosword in a wide arc. A wave of abyssal energy surged forward, tearing through the vacuum with devastating force.

Peter didn't falter. He raised his hands, creating a golden shield that absorbed the blow. The impact sent him hurtling backward, but he quickly recovered, countering with a barrage of energy blasts that streaked toward Knull like meteors. Each strike exploded against Knull's dark armor, illuminating the void in bursts of gold and black.

Knull barely flinched. "Is that all the so-called celestial hybrid can muster?" he taunted, stepping forward and slamming the Necrosword into the void. The blade seemed to drink in the surrounding light, plunging the battlefield into an eerie twilight.

Behind Peter, Wanda was a force of nature. Her chaos magic manifested in chaotic storms of red energy, ripping through the horde of symbiotes. She conjured tendrils of her own, crafted from pure magic, that lashed out and disintegrated anything they touched. But the swarm was endless, reforming as quickly as she destroyed them.

"This is getting annoying," Wanda muttered, her brow furrowed in concentration. She thrust her hands forward, creating a massive explosion of red energy that wiped out an entire wave of attackers. "Peter, we need a plan. This isn't sustainable!"

Peter dodged another strike from Knull's Necrosword, flipping mid-air and landing on a chunk of floating debris. "Working on it!" he shouted back, firing another solar blast that forced Knull to block.

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Knull's grin widened. "You cannot win, boy. The Abyss is eternal."

Peter smirked. "Yeah, but you're not."

With that, he flew forward, his celestial energy flaring. He drove his fist into Knull's chest, the impact created a massive shockwave that sent ripples through the space. Knull staggered but recovered quickly, countering with a swipe of the Necrosword that narrowly missed Peter's head.

"Wow! Careful now, you gonna poke someone's eye with that thing," Peter blinked behind Knull and smacked the back of his head.

The two clashed, their movements a blur of light and darkness. Each strike from the Necrosword left fissures in the void, while Peter's energy blasts illuminated the battlefield like miniature supernovas. They were evenly matched, their powers colliding in a display of raw, unyielding force.

Meanwhile, Wanda had grown tired of playing defense. She flew above the swarm, her hands glowing with an intense crimson light. "DIE!!" With a scream, she unleashed a wave of chaos magic that swept across the void, disintegrating thousands of symbiotes in an instant.

"You good down there?" she called out to Peter, her voice tinged with exhaustion. She never fought this hard before. All the training she did was nothing compared to the real fight.

"Define 'good'!" Peter shouted back, dodging another strike from Knull. He summoned a blade of pure energy and met the Necrosword head-on. The clash sent sparks of black and gold energy flying, illuminating the battlefield in bursts of light.

"Enough of this!" Knull roared, plunging the Necrosword into the space between them. A massive rift opened, spewing forth a torrent of dark energy that surged toward Peter like a tidal wave.

Peter reacted instinctively, drawing both hands forward. A bright golden sphere of celestial energy appeared around him, shielding him from the onslaught. The wave crashed against his shield, sending cracks spiderwebbing across its surface. Peter gritted his teeth, channeling more power to reinforce it. His glowing form flickered under the strain.

"You've got to do better than that, Knull!" Peter shouted, his voice defiant despite the beads of sweat forming on his brow under his mask. With a hard push, he detonated the shield, sending shards of golden energy outward. They pierced through the wave, temporarily scattering it.

Knull merely laughed, his voice deep and resonant. "Arrogant child. You wield the light, but you do not understand it. I was shaping darkness before your kind even learned to crawl."

Peter launched himself forward, streaking through the void like a comet. He conjured another energy blade and slashed at Knull, who parried effortlessly with the Necrosword. The clash sent another shockwave rippling outward, pushing Wanda back as she hovered nearby.

"Peter!" Wanda shouted, her voice sharp. She had been fighting non-stop, her chaos magic unraveling the symbiote horde, but the sheer number of enemies was overwhelming. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and her crimson aura flickered with fatigue.

Peter glanced back at her, his expression briefly softening. "I hear you, Wanda! Just hang on a little longer!"

"Don't tell me to hang on," Wanda snapped, her eyes blazing red. "We need to end this, now."

She raised her hands again, and the energy around her swirled violently. With a guttural cry, she unleashed a concentrated beam of chaos magic, slicing through a dense mass of symbiotes. The beam obliterated them instantly, leaving a temporary gap in the swarm. But for every one she destroyed, two more seemed to take its place.

Knull seized on the distraction, swinging the Necrosword in a deadly arc. Peter narrowly evaded it, the blade grazing his shoulder and leaving a trail of inky black corrosion. He winced but didn't falter, countering with a blast of solar energy that forced Knull back a step.

"You're slipping, boy," Knull taunted, his grin widening. "You cannot defeat me. My darkness is infinite."

Peter stopped for a moment, calming down his nerves.

"You finally decided to give up," Knull smirked. "Wise choice, young one."

Peter shook his head and began to laugh. "Hahahaha..." His laughter grew louder and louder, echoing throughout the void. "Is this all you got? I was expecting more from you."

The place where he got hurt from the Necrosword began to heal on its own which was supposed to be impossible.

"What's going on here?" Knull asked, his voice tinged with shock and surprise.

"I asked something," Peter disappeared from his sight and appeared just before him. He was so fast that Knull couldn't even react. He punched him straight in the face.

Bang!

Peter's punch created a massive ripple through the space. Knull was sent flying back like a rocket.

"Wanda. Stop holding back. Use reality manipulation. Destroy his army with a single order. You can do it. I trust you. I will keep him busy," With those words, he flew toward the God of Symbiotes at a blinding speed.

"Ah! Why didn't I think of it?" Wanda chuckled.

Peter streaked toward Knull like a meteor of golden fire, his celestial energy burning brighter than ever before. The void seemed to tremble in his wake, as if reality itself recoiled from the sheer intensity of his power. He was done playing defense. The time for restraint had passed.

Knull barely had time to recover from the blow that sent him hurtling backward before Peter was upon him again. The celestial hybrid's speed was blinding, his movements unpredictable. Peter struck Knull with a barrage of punches, each one sending shockwaves through the void. Knull growled in frustration, swinging the Necrosword wildly in an attempt to counter, but Peter was already gone before the blade could connect.

"Face me, you insolent whelp!" Knull roared, his voice echoing like a thunderclap. He unleashed a wave of dark energy, the tendrils of the abyss spreading outward in every direction, but Peter merely smirked.

"Oh, I am," Peter said, his voice calm but laced with power. He raised his hands, conjuring twin spheres of golden energy that pulsed like miniature suns. "Let's see how your darkness likes this."

He hurled the spheres at Knull with incredible force. They detonated upon impact, engulfing the God of Symbiotes in a blinding explosion of light. The golden radiance burned away the encroaching tendrils, creating a temporary void free of darkness. Knull emerged from the blast, his dark armor cracked and smoldering, but his grin remained, defiant and malicious.

"You're stronger than I anticipated," Knull admitted, his tone begrudging. "But strength alone will not save you."

"Who said I'm alone?" Peter retorted, glancing toward Wanda.

Hovering above the battlefield, Wanda had unleashed her full potential. Crimson magic swirled around her like a storm, her eyes glowing with unrestrained power. She extended her hands, her fingers tracing intricate symbols in the air. Her voice resonated with authority as she chanted a spell in an ancient tongue, her words weaving reality itself.

Knull's expression faltered as he felt the shift. The connection between him and the symbiote swarm began to weaken. Tendrils that had once obeyed his every command now writhed aimlessly, losing their cohesion. The horde began to falter, shrinking back from Wanda's influence.

"No!" Knull bellowed, his voice tinged with desperation. He swung the Necrosword in a desperate arc, sending a wave of energy toward Wanda, but Peter intercepted it, creating a golden barrier that absorbed the attack.

"Focus on me, Knull," Peter said, his voice steady.

Knull growled, his composure slipping. He lunged at Peter with the Necrosword, their blades clashing in a storm of sparks and energy. Peter's celestial blade shimmered with golden light, pushing back against Knull's abyssal weapon with sheer force.

Meanwhile, Wanda's spell reached its climax. She raised her hands high, and a web of crimson light spread across the space, "NO MORE SYMBIOTE!"