The battlefield no longer reacted as a physical space, but as a collapsing organism, where each new manifestation of power not only destroyed what existed, but rewrote the rules that still tried to sustain some logic in that place. The heat emanating from Agares was not merely intense, it was absolute, filling every space, every crack, every particle of air with a thermal pressure that transformed even perception into something distorted, unstable, almost liquid, while the very ground seemed to struggle not to simply dissolve beneath her feet.
She remained motionless for a moment.
Observing Dante.
Feeling.
Not just his presence, but everything he had become in that short space of time, that absurd progression, that constant evolution that defied any predictable limit. Her eyes burned, not just with power, but with something deeper, more ancient… something that hadn't awakened in a long time.
