After several brutal exchanges of fists, the very rhythm of the battle began to change. The sky above Acaris had long since lost its calm, clouds torn apart and scattered as if caught in an endless storm.
The land below trembled continuously, mountains cracking, seas surging violently, and entire regions groaning under the pressure of the two forces colliding again and again. Each clash between Max and Mark sent shockwaves rippling through the world, not as isolated impacts, but as a continuous calamity that made the planet itself feel fragile.
Mark's patience finally snapped.
A vicious snarl twisted his face as he drew his fists back, crimson light surging violently around his arms. Raw infernal energy poured out from his body, dense and oppressive, wrapping his fist in layers of destructive power born from corrupted divine authority.
