The battlefield around them was beyond repair—mountains of debris, rivers of molten metal, and storms of loose energy that flashed across the horizon like miniature suns.
It was no longer a duel between two men. It was a calamity given form.
Cain tightened his grip on {Eidwyrm}. His voice came out low, ragged. "You're not walking away from this."
Nebula raised his arm, summoning a single remaining blade—a thin, trembling sliver of silver light. "Neither are you."
For a moment, neither moved.
Then both attacked.
The world held its breath.
Their strikes met at the center of the crater, the impact producing a sound that was not sound—a vibration that rolled through the ground and sky alike. The energy released spread outward like a pulse, flattening everything it touched.
The clouds above scattered. The rain stopped. Even the wind seemed to freeze.
Then the pulse exploded outward.
