Kael stepped back, smiling.
His green eyes glowed sharply as he stood again. He wiped the blood from his nose with the back of his hand and calmly formed a hand sign.
"Supreme Expansion of Space."
Across from him, Neraxis grinned.
"Supreme Expansion of Space."
Then—
Kael: "Eclipse of Identity."
Neraxis: "Fractured Eternity."
Their spaces collided once more.
Reality bent.
The air screamed as pressure crushed downward, streets folding inward as if the world itself was being dragged into their clash. Buildings cracked. Light distorted. Time felt uneven.
Neraxis stood before his throne—raised high, piled atop countless bodies—watching from above like a king gazing down upon a ruined world.
During the clash—
Kael charged.
Mirror shards erupted from Neraxis's body, slashing and exploding mid-air.
SHRK—BOOM!
Pain tore through Kael's body.
Blood poured down his face, arms, and chest, dripping onto the fractured ground below. Flesh split. Bones screamed.
Yet—
His eyes sharpened.
A wide smile stretched across his blood-soaked face.
So this is it.
He didn't slow.
He didn't hesitate.
He surged forward through the slashes, energy gathering violently in his palm—condensing, compressing, devouring the space around it.
The pressure alone caused the ground beneath him to crater.
Kael raised his hand.
His voice was calm.
Absolute.
And unmistakably mad.
"Black Ball."