The heavens tore asunder as Kyle and Goddess Charrin clashed again, each strike ringing like a war drum in the sky.
Light and shadow danced violently—her divine radiance a halo of wrath, his abyssal mana a jagged storm.
The world beneath them was no longer a battlefield, but a graveyard of gods and men alike.
"Why resist?"
Charrin snarled, wings spreading wide, a golden storm swirling around her.
"I am salvation! I am purpose!"
Kyle's response was a whisper—quiet, certain.
"You're a cage."
With a cry that shook the clouds, she summoned pillars of divine fire from the sky, each one descending like judgment.
Kyle darted through the inferno, his steps carving craters with each burst of mana. His sword flickered like lightning, severing flame and air alike.
Charrin lunged, spear poised, her form a blur of celestial beauty and death. Kyle met her mid-strike, their weapons colliding with an impact that turned night into day.
