The deep sea was no longer silent.
The trench that had once been quiet now roared with a sound that was not a sound, the clash of concepts colliding, turning the water into something heavier than itself. Every exhalation of Death Flame from Sylvia's body reversed the currents, as if the ocean itself was trying to flee from what she represented.
Zha'gor stood in the center of the crater he had created when he was hurled back earlier. His body was no longer whole in the ordinary sense. Half his face was still young, filled with sharp lines and eyes burning with primordial ambition. The other half was already decayed, bones visible beneath peeling skin, yet still moving. He was a god who controlled beginnings and ends, and now the two were quarreling within himself.
"Insolent," he muttered, his voice splitting into two unsynchronized tones. "You truly make me... feel my limits."
Sylvia did not respond with words.
She simply took one step.
Death Step – Eternal Mirage.
