The Avatar roared.
Not a sound, an earthquake, a hurricane, a tidal wave of noise and force. Entire blocks collapsed under the pressure, towers leaning like they'd been shoved by a giant hand. Glass shredded into storms.
Lucen laughed over it. Blood streaked his face, his teeth red when he grinned. "…Damn, you're ugly."
[Corruption Load: 75%]
[Stability Warning: Severe.]
The Avatar brought its fist down.
Varik met it. His blade rose in a silver arc, one cut arresting a blow that could've flattened ten city blocks. The shockwave cracked every window in the district. Hunters staggered, blood streaming from ears, but Varik stood unflinching.
Selindra's staff blazed, runes layering into lattices of emerald force. Barriers wrapped around the Avatar's arm, slowing the next strike just enough for Varik's blade to meet it. Sparks of mana detonated into flares brighter than sunlight.
Hunters screamed. Civilians fled. The city's skyline bled light.