A few steps ahead of him, Liora, still gripping Ren's hand tightly as they climbed, turned her head.
The deafening crash of combat echoed down the stairwell, violently severing the conversation before anyone could say a single word about Luna.
Sirius didn't flinch. He recognized the brutal, percussive rhythm immediately... It was the unmistakable sound of a high-tier brawl, the kind of noise any seasoned fighter knew in their bones without needing to see the details.
Operating on decades of deeply ingrained muscle memory, he instantly expanded his mana perception. What he felt rolling down from the upper chamber made him sprint faster.
It was an absolutely massive display of power. It felt dangerously close to the output of his own peak fusion, but the flow was completely wrong.
It was volatile and erratic…
It possessed the chaotic, shrieking signature of two very different amounts of power flow being pushed together by sheer, brute force, rather than naturally harmonizing.
