Deiora's grin widened, his new form surging forward with speed that belied his massive frame. His fist, wreathed in dark crimson energy, shot toward Adam's chest with devastating force.
Adam's hand shot up, catching the blow mid-swing. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the clearing, the ground beneath them cracking under the force of the collision.
Deiora's composure cracked. A flicker of genuine surprise passed through his face as he processed what had just happened.
"What—"
Adam's grip tightened, his fingers digging into Deiora's fist like iron claws. His voice was cold, carrying no strain despite the power behind the strike.
"Is that all?"
He twisted, and Deiora's arm was wrenched to the side, his massive body following the motion as Adam redirected his momentum. Before Deiora could recover, Adam's free hand shot forward, palm open, and struck him square in the chest.
