The clash happened almost instantaneously.
A streak of gold flared through the battlefield—Art, his entire body sheathed in golden mana, moved like a vengeful spirit. Behind him, his conjured chains writhed mid-air like sentient serpents, slithering in arcs and coiling with hunger. On the other side, Zyon descended from above, his leap carving spiderweb fractures across the ground he'd launched from.
And then—
BAMMMMMMMM!!!
The world quaked.
Their simultaneous impact cracked open the forest floor. A shockwave roared outward like thunder given form, blasting through the clearing as withered trees were uprooted and flung aside like matchsticks.
The air turned to blade-like wind, howling as it cleaved away the mist. Ten… no, dozens of monsters were instantly reduced to nothing more than dispersing purple-black haze, vanishing with screams that curdled the blood.
