Kai and Vepice darted forward, determined to make the first move. But it mattered not.
The moment the Godspoken revealed their divine nature, the air turned into a blanket of dense mana.
Power shimmered around them like a storm just waiting to break loose. Their eyes glowed with radiant hues, gold, emerald, sapphire, each one a vessel for an ancient, forgotten god.
Kai barely had time to think before the sky cracked open.
The battle began not with blades, but with cataclysm.
A tidal wave roared in from nowhere, swallowing the ruins of Mirth's outer district. Fire rained from above in a storm of molten ash. The ground buckled beneath their feet, fractured by an earthquake that threatened to split the world in two. Cyclones howled, tearing trees from their roots, throwing debris like arrows.
Kai and Vepice fought fiercely, but it was no use. These were not normal enemies. These were avatars of gods.
Flesh given divine will.
Mortals twisted into living catastrophes.
