The aftermath of the collision was a silent explosion.
Debris rained from the sky. The trees shivered. The forest trembled as the impact sent shockwaves across the ground. The earth itself split — a massive gouge etched into the terrain, carved by the blade's path.
Oru'Zek sword shattered, its fragments embedded in the torn soil like broken fangs.
And Oru'Zek lay there…
Or what was left of him.
His body was mangled — the entire right side gone, sheared clean from shoulder to hip. What remained twitched faintly, blood oozing onto the cracked ground in dark, bubbling pools. His massive frame, once a wall of strength and fury, now lay slumped and broken, gasping for breath that no longer had purpose.
Across from him stood Dirga.
Barely.
His hoodie had been vaporized in the blast — now just shredded cloth flapping from one arm. His sweatpants had been torn to the knee, scorched black and frayed. A quarter of his right ear was missing, blood dripping down his cheek.
