[Location: Central Park, New York]
The ground still trembled with the echo of our last exchange, fissures spiderwebbing outward from where bronze had met cursed steel. The fractured pavement hissed, steam rising from the raw friction of divinity against will-forged chaos. The smell of ozone clung to the night, heavy, suffocating—every inhalation laced with the tang of violence waiting to erupt again.
Okay, the grin had been successfully transferred from my face to his.
What happened, you ask?
Well, the clash we just had wasn't a mere test of strength. It was a dialogue. No, more than that—a debate carved in sparks, lightning, and the raw shriek of steel biting steel. And in that dialogue, truths were exchanged.
