Jaenor countered with origin aura, his unified energy flowing to meet each attack. Where Draelusa's void touched his power, reality screamed. The two forces were fundamentally opposed—creation and destruction, being and negation—and their collision created effects that defied normal physics.
The ground beneath them began to warp, space folding in on itself in ways that hurt to perceive. Time stuttered locally, creating pockets where movement accelerated or slowed randomly.
Jaenor's six wings provided both defense and offense. They moved independently, each one capable of manifesting barriers that blocked Draelusa's strikes or launching attacks of pure energy that forced the Sin to dodge or counter.
"Impressive," Draelusa admitted, his voice still carrying that cultured calm despite the intensity of combat. "You've grown stronger since Ki'thara. Refined your control. But you're still just beginning to understand what you've become."
