The impact split the darkness.
Light and shadow spiraled together, twisting like twin serpents across the obsidian crystal plains. For a heartbeat, silence reigned—and then a cataclysmic explosion erupted. Waves of blinding energy rolled outward, fracturing the ground and shaking the dome of stars above.
Meylin and the Valkyrie were hurled backward by the blast, yet both landed on their feet. Their forms trembled, but they held their stances with unbroken resolve. Eyes sharp as blades, aura blazing, they looked like twin pillars of defiance amid a storm of falling suns.
Bradly's expression shifted. Disbelief flickered across the Neo-Angel's features. His attack—condensed with the force to pulverize a Peak ArchDeity—had been met, endured, and turned aside.
It was unthinkable.
His fury deepened. The humiliation cut sharper than pain. He remembered Cain—the Neo-Demon who had survived his long-range onslaught in the desert. And now the women were withstanding his might as well.
