Alex and Kyle clashed and clashed again.
They collided in the sky thousands of times in the span of heartbeats, a blur of thunder and shadow. Each impact rang like the world being hammered, each collision throwing off pulses that cracked mountains and churned seas. But with every exchange it grew clearer who held the upper hand.
System messages flashed in front of Kyle like cold, accusing numbers.
[ 50,000 Abyssal Points have been used for regeneration. ]
[ 40,000 Abyssal Points have been used for regeneration. ]
Each time Kyle's body was torn apart by some brutal blow, the System dragged him back from oblivion. Bones reformed, blood reversed its flow, organs re-stitched in grotesque reverse motion.
His every scream echoed through the broken landscape, fading into the cold void before the next impact came.
