Solmir's silence was a vacuum. The sight of his opponent reforming from vaporized sparks had struck a chord of existential dread into his self.
Logic said it couldn't happen. Yet the proof glowed right in front of him. That made it worse.
He refused to accept it. Something inside him pushed back against the fear. He straightened his back and forced a steady breath out of his vents.
The world still shook from the earlier blows, but he ignored the broken land beneath them. He locked his eyes on Reign.
"Your tricks bored me," Solmir's tone dropped, stripped of pride. "Let's see you reform from this."
The vents along his armor stopped blowing golden mist. They drew in everything around him instead.
Light bent toward him. Air vanished. Even sound faded.
A pull spread across the sky like a reverse storm. The clouds went dark, not from shade, but from the absence of light itself.
