Kyrian remained exactly where he was.
His body was still standing upright, his posture as unshakable as an ancient mountain. His saber was still pointing downward, the blade gleaming with the last remnants of Lightning Qi. Tiny violet sparks still ran across its surface, like stars slowly fading away.
Not even his breathing had lost its rhythm.
His chest rose and fell with the same calm as before, as though he had just finished a light exercise. His face was serene, his eyes tranquil.
On the other side...
Bao Ren was kneeling.
His massive axe had returned to its normal size, its spiritual projection completely dispersed. The weapon lay several meters ahead of him, its blade embedded in the stone. The haft still trembled faintly from the lingering impact.
His right arm shook uncontrollably, the muscles twitching in involuntary spasms.
