BOOOOM!
The sky split with a deafening roar as Ethan's blood-red aura clashed violently with Harren's blinding white lightning. Crimson and white collided like two gods at war, the sound of their impact echoing across the battlefield like the end of the world.
For a moment, it was as if the entire world had been torn in two—half bathed in searing red, the other in electric white.
But Ethan's fist didn't stop.
It tore through the lightning like a blade through paper, shattering the storm into a thousand sparks. The thunder was crushed, the light broken. All that remained was the unstoppable force of his punch.
Harren's eyes widened in horror. Ethan was closing in fast, and the pressure—God, the pressure—was unbearable. It felt like a mountain was crashing down on him, like he was a bug pinned to the earth, helpless to move.
CRACK!
Ethan's fist slammed into him.
