The Herald's avatar braced as Leon surged forward, molten chains lashing in a desperate storm. But every link that should have pierced, wrapped, or crushed him dissolved on contact—unmade by the stillness of the Null Vow.
Leon's steps echoed like a drumbeat against the world itself. Each strike of his heel sent ripples outward, silencing the Herald's firestorm a little more, snuffing out the raging decree that iron and ash would rule.
The titan roared, flames bursting from its helm in an eruption that turned the crucible into a miniature sun. "No silence can bind flame! No vow can undo shackles forged from eternity!"
It drove its fist downward, a blow meant to collapse the entire battlefield into molten ruin.
Leon didn't step aside. He raised his own fist, small against the world-splitting hammer of iron and fire. His voice cut through the roar, calm and absolute:
"Your vow ends here. Mine begins."
The clash landed.
