The ground quaked, countless shards of stone cracked and shattered into the air. Heat layered the earth like a suffocating blanket, creating a pocket where space itself seemed to pause—the violent upheaval surrounding the area slowing to a crawl.
Time itself faltered. Their collision resonated with such intensity that space trembled and the earth—not just the land, but the very foundations beneath—threatened to cave in on itself.
Burning Storm maintained his momentum, still protecting the Complex. It stood as an odd sight; despite the damnation of everything around it, such a fine structure remained untouched.
Calling it a stark contrast was an understatement.
