The clash of their supreme expansions rumbled through the city—
a war of light and shadow, energy and blood—
shaking the air, the streets, the very earth beneath them.
Kael kept pressing Neraxis back, even as mirror shards tore into his body, skin splitting, blood scattering through the distorted space. The pain was immense—yet meaningless.
Then—
the space collapsed.
The domain vanished, and in an instant, every wound on Kael's body sealed shut, flesh restoring itself as if the damage had never existed.
Kael raised his hand.
A dull, colorless field spread outward.
A grey area swallowed Neraxis whole.
{NARRATION: Grey Area disables the opponent's vital technique while they remain inside, forcing combat into pure vital martial arts.}
Kael charged.
The two collided in a storm of fists—raw, violent, unforgiving.
Neraxis swung a heavy punch, vital amplification surging through his arm—
CRACK.
His knuckles tore apart.
Blood dripped from his hand.
He gritted his teeth, muttering,
"This body… can't take it."
Kael didn't slow.
In the same instant, he slammed Neraxis into the ground and unleashed a relentless barrage, fists glowing with endless vital force. Each strike crushed deeper, cracking the ground beneath them.
Neraxis' nose split, blood pouring freely as he screamed,
"Yarau!!!!"
Something answered.
The space twisted.
A massive presence tore its way into existence, forcing itself through reality itself.
Kael stepped back, eyes lifting.
The colossal figure of Yarau fully emerged—
towering, monstrous—
Kael Muttered smiling.
"This just became interesting."