The crimson slash did not fade after the initial collision. It pressed forward, grinding against the descending golden finger with violent friction. The two forces met in the sky like opposing tides, neither yielding immediately.
Crimson light surged upward in dense waves while golden radiance poured downward in thick layers, each trying to consume the other. The air trembled under the clash, and the surface of the finger rippled where the blade of energy bit into it.
Fractures spread across the golden construct, but the sky above responded. The tear widened further, releasing an even denser flood of golden light that wrapped around the finger like reinforcement. The pressure intensified, pushing against my slash, attempting to drown it through sheer volume.
I felt the strain clearly.
