The air surrounding Northern and the dead Paragon began to sizzle. Heat radiated so intensely it vaporized the atmosphere itself, sending tendrils of smoke writhing upward.
Koll's face darkened as he watched. Whatever was happening, he wouldn't stand idle and let it unfold.
He had come too far. No one would snatch victory from his grasp.
His jaw clenched tight as he shot forward. His figure melted into a black streak, cutting through space with breathtaking speed. Dante, still dazed from the recent clash, could only stare blankly as the Prophet thundered past him.
The man tore through the air like a midnight arrow, his legs churning beneath him, pulverizing rubble as he charged ahead.
He was nearly upon Northern when a voice split the tension.
"Haiiiyoooo..."
Before Koll could register the sound, something crashed into him with the force of a meteor. Pain exploded across his body as he tumbled away, carving a ditch through the unforgiving ground.
