The battle between both paragons tore at the land—a destruction without effort, an unfair devastation.
Both combatants, regardless of the disparity in size, moved with a terror that fractured the earth beneath them. Paragon Raizel's speed was blinding, uncatchable; his form whistled through the wind as he blurred past with devastating precision.
The faster he moved, the more catastrophic his strikes became.
When he unleashed his abilities, the effect on the surroundings worsened exponentially. Echo replicated his attacks, but Paragon Raizel's body—like a tempest incarnate—ferociously rebuffed everything that touched its hide, scattering attacks away with brutal indifference.
Colossal gashes scarred buildings, shredding their structures and making them crumble. Deep grooves carved into the earth like ancient wounds, testimony to the power unleashed.
The air filled with the cataclysmic symphony of destruction.
