The contrast between the two battles was stark enough to make entire continents shiver.
Trevor and Lamair's clash with Tyrant had been savage, yes, violent, destructive, impressive. But compared to what was unfolding now… it might as well have been two children snapping branches in a forest while a cosmic hurricane raged elsewhere.
Ethan and Leon weren't fighting with spells. They weren't fighting with affinities. They were fighting with what they fundamentally were. Their cores, Primord and Fae, were smashing against each other like ancient concepts trying to overwrite existence.
The sheer force of it was so overwhelming that Zark had been forced to step in. With a twist of his authority, he carved out half of Debranlith from the equation, shielding it in a temporal fold. Without that intervention, there wouldn't have been anything left but drifting debris and a historical footnote saying "This place used to exist."
