The duel was over.
Yet Emery did not return to the ship right away. The silence of the void clung to him, broken only by the faint hum of cosmic energy retreating into stillness. He hovered there, his twin blades dim in his hands, as he took several long moments to reflect on the fight, hoping to gain some insight. His chest rose and fell in controlled rhythm, but within, both soul and body trembled faintly.
The clash had been brutal. Channeling the combined essence of the two Khaos Guardians was no trivial feat. The backlash seared through his meridians, his spirit shaking under the sheer magnitude of their fused power.
He closed his eyes, exhaling slowly, letting both his light and dark avatars fade back into his core. Only then did his spirit begin to settle.
