The world trembled the moment the two powers finally aligned.
The swirling frost and annihilating darkness—two forces that should have never existed in harmony—tightened into a single point between Zero and the Emperor of Destruction. A soft hum vibrated through the battlefield, subtle at first, like the low resonance of distant thunder. Then the pressure doubled, tripled, until the entire palace ground began sinking under their feet.
The final convergence had begun.
Zero felt his mana core ache as the two forces spiraled inward, compressing and folding over each other in perfect synchronicity. His ice mana, naturally cold, dense, and stable, carried the steady clarity of winter. The Emperor's destruction force, volatile and vast, carried the crushing weight of oblivion.
The two should have clashed.
But instead—they danced.
