Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Two afterimages collided, moving so fast that even light struggled to keep up.
Each exchange sent shockwaves rippling through the land—valleys crumbled, the horizon split, and the sky itself seemed to groan under the pressure of their battle.
Dust and debris were swept into towering cyclones, circling them like furious spirits of war.
Elder Raiden's every blow carried the weight of thunder and the fury of a lifetime spent mastering the martial path.
His veins bulged with power, his aura roaring like a tempest as he unleashed technique after technique—each one capable of annihilating armies.
Yet Riley stood there, calm and composed, his movements fluid and almost lazy.
With a flick of his wrist, he deflected Raiden's heaviest strikes as though batting aside an insect.
Sparks of divine energy danced between them, painting the battlefield in flashes of gold and crimson.
