At the scene where the two Archons stand opposite the other. The ground fills with large holes and cracks, as if the land itself had been mauled by unseen claws, faint smoke rising randomly from them like tired breaths escaping wounded earth. But in contrary to this devastation, the two Archons never break a sweat, standing firm like unmoved pillars amidst ruin.
"Why don't we just call this off with a single strike." Zephyrion suggested, his gaze dull and bored, as though the chaos around him was nothing more than a passing breeze.
"Fine, better be ready and don't blame me if you lose later." Astralis jokingly replied, a light tone masking the dangerous certainty behind his words.
"You take those words from my mouth." Zephyrion responded instantly, yet his body shifted, muscles tightening as he took his battle stance, ready to launch that one attack that would decide the end of the game.
"Thermal Detonation: thermal crack." "Void cell: frame prison."
