Chapter Forty Two
The air in the glass box did not just shimmer; it screamed.
Two oppressive atmospheres—one a suffocating, deep ocean blue, the other a violent, blood-soaked crimson—ground against each other. The stone floor beneath them groaned, hairline fractures spider-webbing outward as the opposing Ki crashed like tidal waves in a storm. For a moment, the world existed only in that volatile friction, a stalemate of raw power that made the dust particles suspended in the air vibrate until they disintegrated.
Then, the calm broke.
Isaac moved. He didn't run; he vanished from his standing position, reappearing as a blur of kinetic violence.
Clang!
