"You think one lucky strike makes you superior?" She snarled, dark energy gathering around her hands.
"I've existed for millions of years. I've survived the Separation. I've been killed and resurrected more times than your entire bloodline has drawn breath. You're powerful, yes. But you're still just a child playing with forces you don't fully understand."
"Then educate me," Jaenor said flatly.
Suyajna struck.
She unleashed everything she had: beams of concentrated darkness. The assault was overwhelming, sufficient to obliterate mountains.
Jaenor walked through it.
The attacks struck him, direct hits that should have annihilated anything they touched. But they simply dissipated against his presence, absorbed and neutralized by power that transcended what she could generate.
He reached her while she was still attacking, while she was pouring everything into techniques that weren't even slowing him down.
