The collision came like the birth of a new star.
Sleipnir's eight hooves struck the crystal floor, each impact creating a thunderclap that reverberated through the bones of reality itself. Odin leaned forward in his saddle, Gungnir extended like the judgment of fate, its point aimed directly at Adam's heart.
Adam met the charge head-on, his plasma blades crossed in an X-pattern before his chest. The chaotic essence in his veins sang with power, but underneath the cosmic energy, his emotions raged like a tempest barely held in check. This wasn't just combat—this was the culmination of every injustice he had ever suffered, every mortal crushed under the weight of divine arrogance, every dream of freedom that had been strangled in its cradle by those who claimed to know better.
The spear and blades met with a sound like reality tearing.
