Heat and devastation surged outward, cascading into the world as tendrils of orange and black energy tore through the atmosphere. The very sand beneath them shimmered, glowing intensely, its grains beginning to shift state, melting and fusing into glass under the intensity of their clash.
Orvak and Malrik locked eyes.
Red eyes met blue.
A blue katana faced off against a black scythe.
Golden-orange energy flared violently against the encroaching void of black.
Reality wavered between them, time itself seeming to pause, before both figures vanished in a cataclysmic distortion.
At a single, undefined point in space, they met in a world-ending collision. Crimson and black bathed the horizon as their opposing energies exploded outward in a pulse of pure annihilation.
Without hesitation, they moved. Blades slashed with purpose. Their phantoms tore through the battlefield, roaring like beasts untethered, driven by unbending will.
