"BOOM!"
"BOOM!"
"BOOOOOOOOOOOM!"
Kinetic explosions tore through the skies of the Oniris Continent, shaking the firmament and cracking the air itself as Vlad and Orfry resumed their relentless clash. With every passing second, their battle grew more ferocious, more primal—two monstrous powers colliding with enough force to reshape the continent.
Vlad was a blur of motion, wielding a blade with lightning, soaked in the essence of destruction, and sharpened by the Law of Space. His every swing fractured the sky, slicing rifts into the very fabric of reality. Orfry countered with grotesque mastery—his arms, massive amalgamations of flesh, muscle, bone, and metal, moved with the power of a living siege engine.
The True Depravita of Wrath and the entity moved so fast that even Legends' eyes couldn't follow, their strikes turning clouds into vapor and sound into static. Each blow aimed not to wound, but to kill.
