"What on earth?! She suddenly turned so big!" Elena gaped, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Pamela could only sigh in defeat. "Before Felicity became a goddess, she belonged to the giant race. It was rumored that her strength could even raise mountains, shaping landscapes and forging new villages."

"Could Iraelyn move mountains?" Evie asked Vivi, her voice nonchalant.

Vivi shook her head, her expression grave.

"Then we might have a problem here," Evie concluded, and laughed a little.

She was beginning to sound like the others, Ren thought. They weren't good influences for her, he concluded.

"So, this is going to be a battle of strength?" Malifira mused, her face as calm as the waters.

Azazel snickered mischievously. "This will be interesting. Hoi, Iraelyn, if you can't defeat her with strength alone, it would be a shame for the entire demon race!"

"I bet that Iraelyn will get stomped," Desira remarked, her tone confident.

"Then I'll wager on Iraelyn will win," Malifira seconded, a hint of amusement in her voice.

"Hey, what are you even doing? This isn't the time to be betting on enemies. We should bet on our friends here!" Elena grumbled, her frustration evident.

"That's your concern?" Ren chimed in, incredulous.

He then rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. Maybe it would have been easier if he had gone in the Heaven Realm alone.

Meanwhile, Felicity, now towering above them all, exuded an aura of overwhelming power. Her presence filled the chamber, casting a shadow that seemed to stretch into eternity. Each movement she made sent tremors through the ground, a testament to her newfound colossal form. Her gaze, now from an elevated height, bore down upon Ren and the others with a mix of superiority and ferocity. Felicity raised her massive hand, her gaze locked onto Iraelyn with an intensity that sent chills down their spines. "Hah! Bring it on!" Iraelyn bellowed as the two collided.

The clash of their hands joining in a battle of strength sent shockwaves rippling through the room, causing the very ground beneath them to tremble.

Each movement they made was deliberate, calculated, as they circled each other like titans gearing for battle. Their eyes locked in a fierce gaze, unyielding and determined. There was no room for hesitation, no room for doubt. Only the primal instinct to emerge victorious in this ultimate test of strength.

With a primal roar, Iraelyn lunged forward, her massive fist aimed directly at Felicity's chest. But Felicity was no mere goddess. With lightning-fast reflexes, she deflected Iraelyn's blow with ease, the impact echoing throughout the chamber like thunder.

In retaliation, Felicity unleashed a powerful strike of her own, her massive hand slamming into Iraelyn's side with bone-crushing force. The sound of the impact reverberated through the room, sending shockwaves cascading outward in all directions.

But Iraelyn was not so easily defeated. With a fierce growl, she countered Felicity's attack, her own fists moving like lightning as she delivered blow after blow with relentless precision. Each strike was met with equal ferocity, as the two combatants engaged in a fierce battle of strength and willpower.

The clash of their fists echoed like the pounding of drums, each strike reverberating through the chamber with a deafening roar. It was a primal dance of violence, a symphony of destruction as they exchanged blow after blow, neither one willing to back down.

As the battle raged on, the room seemed to shrink around them, consumed by the intensity of their conflict. The air crackled with energy, charged with the raw power of their struggle. Every movement they made sent shockwaves rippling through the room, shaking the very foundations of the chamber.

Their attacks grew more ferocious with each passing moment, each strike fueled by an unyielding determination to emerge victorious. It was a battle of attrition, a test of endurance as they pushed themselves to their limits in pursuit of victory.

"Urk. This is quite brutish," Desira commented, sticking out her tongue in disgust. She continued watching the ongoing action, her voice carrying a hint of distaste. "How long are they planning on keeping this up?"

Meanwhile, Vivi stirred the tension by cheering, her voice clearly indicating her support. "Irealyn, don't lose! You've got this," she encouraged loudly, rooting for her friend.

Azazel snickered as he watched, leaning on one of his feet. "She better not lose," he teased. "That would indeed be terribly embarrassing. A blow to her ego, no doubt."

"You all really should start getting worried about your friend there," Elena commented, her eyes flickering between the fight and the others. "Looks like this Felicity is stronger. She's not just coming out swinging - she's landing hits as well."

But Azazel just stifled a laugh, his gaze still fixated on the fight. Confidence was evident in his tone as he spoke, "Perhaps," he conceded. "But there's one thing about Iraelyn that you got to remember. The stronger her opponent, the stronger she becomes. She has an uncanny way of meeting, and often exceeding, the level of whoever she's against. So, trust me, this fight is far from over just yet."

As the minutes turned to hours, fatigue began to set in. Iraelyn and Felicity's movements grew sluggish, their breaths labored as they fought on, each refusing to yield to the other. It was a battle of wills, a contest of strength and determination as they clashed with all the fury of a raging storm.

And then, in a final burst of energy, Felicity unleashed a devastating blow, her massive fist connecting with Iraelyn's jaw with bone-shattering force. The sound of the impact echoed through the chamber like a thunderclap, reverberating off the walls with a deafening roar.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as Iraelyn staggered backward, her eyes wide with shock. And then, with a defiant roar, she launched herself forward once more, her fists swinging with renewed ferocity.

But it was too late. Felicity's blow had struck true, and Iraelyn was sent crashing to the ground with a resounding thud. The room fell silent, save for the sound of their ragged breaths as they struggled to comprehend of the outcome.