Draelusa attacked with methodical precision, his movements economical and devastatingly effective.
Darkness erupted from his hands—not shadow but actual void, absence of light given substance. It formed into weapons that shifted shape constantly, adapting to whatever defense Jaenor manifested. Blades, spears, hammers—each strike coming from unexpected angles with force that would have pulverized stone.
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.
