"Hey, you two... Tell me this is a joke. An illusion, right?"
"Hm? He still refuses to believe? Fine, then I'll be clear. Your little girlfriend is dead—by my hand." The man's grin twisted into a mocking smile.
"I see..." Sylas' expression darkened, fists clenching. "Of course. There's no way this could be anything but real."
Suddenly, flames roared to life around his hands, while his skin hardened beneath a shell of living stone.
"In that case—die."
BOOM!
Sylas launched forward, a storm of fire and stone unleashed in human form.
"Beg me for mercy, bastard!"
The asphalt cracked beneath his armored weight, each strike of his fists erupting in fire, scorching the air itself.
But his enemy danced ahead of him, always one step faster. Fingers flicked through intricate signs—thin rays of energy shot from their tips, striking the ground and exploding in sharp concussive bursts, hurling Sylas backward.
