All forces collided at the center. Shockwaves tore through the streets. Illusions shattered. Titanium and Hamon clashed.
Voss staggered. Lucent's form flickered. Ragnar's fist cracked under Vital Mirage's force. Oblivion dissolved.
The Syndicate retreated. Fractured. Disorganized. Defeated.
Jovian exhaled slowly. Vital Mirage hovered, protective, resonating with him.
"…It's over—for now," he said.
But he knew better. Shadows always returned. Next time, they would be deeper. Faster. Deadlier.