The collision was not of fists or steel—it was of truths.
Leon's fractured Core spun faster than his body could endure, every heartbeat splintering into three, then seven, then an endless shattering chorus. His blood sang with agony, his vision blurred into shards of light, but his law stood resolute:
Nothing is absolute. All can break.
Kaelith's Sovereign Core answered in kind, blazing brighter, searing golden radiance into every crevice of the arena. His decree was simple, unyielding, burning with a monarch's certainty:
All is one. All bends to unity.
When the two truths collided, the arena screamed.
The obsidian walls shattered into rainstorms of jagged crystal. Space twisted inward, pulling at itself like a dying star. The ground beneath them wasn't ground anymore—it was a canvas of competing laws. Step by step, their existence fought to overwrite the other.
