Orvak and Malrik plummeted from the heavens, as though even the boundless sky had grown weary of bearing the weight of their existence.
Yet even as gravity seized them in its grasp, their battle raged on, relentless, unthinking, unpaused. Chaos incarnate.
They struck the earth with thunderous force, crashing into a vast dune that shuddered beneath their might. Sand erupted skyward in a colossal plume, and soundwaves pulsed through the atmosphere, warping the very air.
From within the drifting veil of dust, two figures emerged, one Human, the other Sinvaira. Both stood tall, unbothered, drawing breath as if endurance was a birthright carved into their bones. Their bodies remained immaculate, unscathed, unsullied. Not even dust dared cling to them; not even moisture dared stain them.
No wounds. No sweat. Nothing at all.
