Chiaki's POV
W-What… what am I even witnessing right now?
At first glance, I genuinely thought this had to be some kind of staged demonstration. A coordinated display. Maybe some absurdly high-level training exercise meant to impress us. That would've made sense. That would've been safe.
But the way the air trembled… the way the ground beneath us subtly vibrated with every clash…
This wasn't a performance.
For some reason, every single hair on my body stood on end, as if my instincts were screaming at me to run. My throat felt dry. My chest tight. I couldn't even blink properly.
It was like watching two massive storms crash against each other in the middle of the sky. It was violent, deafening, and unstoppable. Not just colliding, but devouring. Each storm trying to swallow the other whole. Trying to dominate. Trying to become the one true calamity left standing. And the terrifying part? Neither one was giving an inch.
The pressure between them was suffocating.
