The impact of their renewed clash shattered what little remained of the district.
Cain lunged first, fists blazing with condensed golden energy, the ground cratering under his every step. Nebula's blades intercepted each strike, forming a mirrored wall that reflected flashes of molten light across the burning ruins. The air rippled with pressure. Every collision sent out concussive bursts that turned the cracked pavement into clouds of dust and metal shards.
Cain twisted, swinging low, forcing Nebula to leap back as the Golden Tyrant reappeared in his grip. The revolver roared, spitting golden meteors that traced jagged arcs across the battlefield. Nebula's arm swept outward, his blades converging into a dense spiral that devoured each shot before releasing the absorbed energy back at Cain as a rippling shockwave.
