The clash ignited like a war between instruments.
Kar'veth's chains roared in iron chorus, every strike a sovereign decree. They moved with a rhythm older than the Obsidian Thrones themselves, each link etched with law, each binding an echo of endless dominion.
Leon's Shell Reverb answered with defiance. His body quaked, but his rhythm did not falter. Tripart Echo split the chains' cadence into thirds, staggering their impact. Absolute Return hurled the weight of Kar'veth's decree back upon him. Karmic Loop caught the bindings mid-swing, forcing them into recursive recoil. Echo of Origin rewrote the tempo itself, dictating not what was, but what must be.
The battlefield was no longer a stage—it was a symphony hall torn in half, each conductor pulling at the heart of existence with their rhythm.
Chains shattered, reformed, and shattered again in recursive clashes, filling the air with ringing vibrations like cathedral bells struck until they cracked.
