On the Unknown red planet,
Dren hovered in the air, the Heart of the Deep Forge embedded in his chest pulsing like a second sun. Pale yellow mana poured out of him in waves, thick and violent, distorting the space around his body. The ground beneath his feet cracked just from his presence.
Opposite him, Zane stood calmly.
One hand rested inside his coat pocket.
No aura.
No pressure.
No mana leaking at all.
That contrast alone made Dren's jaw tighten.
In the next instant, Dren vanished.
He reappeared in front of Zane at blinding speed, the air behind him exploding as he moved. The shockwave carved trenches into the red ground.
His fist slammed into Zane's abdomen.
The impact echoed like a collapsing mountain.
Zane was launched backward, his body streaking through the air.
Before he could stabilize—
Dren appeared behind him.
A brutal kick sent Zane flying in the opposite direction.
Dren didn't stop.
