Winning By The Skin Of My Teeth

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As Oberon was forced to undo his self-destruction, his body remade itself, albeit fragmented and falling apart, he didn't even have the same amount of strength as before.

All while Drake was still discovering all the power within him!

"How are you…! How are you surviving the void directly sent to your soul?! This should not be possible! Even if you copied my powers, yours are much lesser than mine!"

"Maybe that's the case…" Drake answered as his body was being constantly attacked by void, but endlessly regenerating. "But to begin with, you should have never underestimated a Venerable, Oberon."

"You're not a Venerable, you're nothing but a pathetic lizard!" Oberon lost all his temper. "Don't you dare say you're a Venerable, when you have not even lived millions of years of solitude, when you have never lived millions of years desiring the impossible! You're a pathetic excuse of a- GUUAGH?!"

CRAAASH!