The fan opened completely and the accumulated petals throughout the chamber suddenly stopped drifting
The petals spread across the entire upper floor like a living system rewriting territory.
Walls, ceiling, shattered flooring, broken glass—everything touched by motion since the battle began awakened at once.
Adam had not been attacking recklessly earlier. He had been planting seeds.
Zenon's expression changed into something worried.
"You were preparing this the whole time."
Adam's voice came colder than before.
"You think I get angry without planning?"
He swung the fan downward. The petals exploded outward like consequences.
Every movement inside the room became dangerous.
If Zenon shifted left, petals already occupied the future path. If he jumped, petals formed platforms above to intercept him.
Adam had weaponized momentum so thoroughly that movement itself became hostile.
The floor cracked and eventually split from accumulated directional stress.
Thousands upon thousands of razor petals drilled through the structure simultaneously.
Entire support columns tore apart in clean sections.
Zenon reacted instantly but his rib got pierced through. He didn't stagger and instantly five detached marked pages detached.
The meaning of movement changed. Falling debris redirected sideways. Broken concrete floated past him harmlessly.
His own momentum folded twice over, carrying him through impossible angles that should have broken bone.
Pure acceleration through petal pathways.
He crossed distance so violently that afterimages of cherry blossom trails remained hanging for a moment before fading.
One swing of the fan split the room into layered cuts unraveling the distant sky.
The petals compressed into rotating streams sharp enough to shear reinforced steel apart without slowing.
Zenon barely blocked. The notebook struck outward. A black page unfolded into a defensive vector field.
Impact detonated through the floor beneath them. The upper level cracked in half. Zenon skidded backward.
Blood at the corner of his mouth.
"Someone's emotions hurt, I see."
Adam advanced immediately.
"You noticed it now?"
Before Zenon could reposition Nostradamus finally came for support.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Bear my clairvoyance. "
The room changed for him. His pair of eyes glowed in a silvery light of holiness.
Adam's next attacks unfolded in layered futures—left swing, false feint, overhead burst, petal convergence through blind spots.
Nostradamus spoke quietly. "Zenon."
Zenon immediately listened.
"Three steps right."
The space he had occupied collapsed beneath thousands of petals.
"Turn now."
Zenon turned as Adam's strike missed by inches.
"Notebook. High angle."
Zenon obeyed again.
A floating black page blocked petals approaching from above that Zenon had not even seen.
Nostradamus raised his hand calmly. Several books materialized around him.
The book crossed the battlefield like solid iron and collided with Adam's fan hard enough to interrupt momentum for half a second.
Zenon exploited it instantly.
A redirected vector forced Adam sideways mid-motion.
Adam landed cleanly.
"Heh, you are very at foresight."
Nostradamus adjusted his sleeve.
"This is aging."
Moses finally stepped forward. Until now he had only watched.
But Adam's petals had begun touching him too.
The moment they entered range something resisted the petals.
Miracle against supernatural interference.
The petals lost part of their hostility around him, weakened by something ancient and unwavering.
Moses sighed softly.
"You young men continue escalating ordinary disagreements into catastrophes. My Divinity is capable resisting any magical and supernatural kit."
He lifted his staff. Suddenly, moisture gathered unnaturally in the spot.
Condensation forming too quickly. Water appeared from the thin air surrounding his feet.
The chamber trembled as streams gathered overhead before separating violently.
"Miracle of the Red Sea."
Water split into walls.
Adam's petals struck and weakened upon contact.
Their Runic momentum disrupted by the anti-supernatural pressure embedded inside the miracle.
Moses moved one hand. The water surged sideways.
Forcing Adam's pathways to restrict in a spot and creating openings.
Zenon immediately understood.
"You are cornering his motion."
Moses nodded once.
"Every river becomes easier to understand when given boundaries."
Adam smiled despite himself.
"That line was good, I think."
Adam pulled his fan again and attacked.
Nostradamus was already reading futures possibilities.
" Something really bad is going to happen to you folks. Sad things. " He muttered slowly so none could hear.
Moses lowered his staff slightly upwards.
The water that had been split across the battlefield held its shape, suspended like a living boundary between intent and consequence.
He didn't attack Adam or Zenon. Instead, he observed them closely, as if listening to something beyond speech.
Zenon narrowed his eyes.
"Now you are evaluating us."
"Yes."
Adam tilted his head.
"On what basis?"
Moses tapped the staff once against the ground.
"Unwrap, Pillar of Cloud."
Then he spoke again, slower, as if explaining something simple to people who overthink simple things.
"Pillar of Fire and Pillar of Cloud. One punishes evil spirits and another perishes it."
A column of cloud rose behind Adam.
It passed through motion instead, reacting to aggressive intent signatures embedded in Runic Flow.
Where hostility was present, the glow of clouds intensified. Where morality existed, it softened.
"The fire searches for those who intends to harm others for their own sake."
He turned slightly.
"And the cloud separates that face of yours from you."
Fog spread around Zenon, dense and disorienting, not blinding in a physical sense but distorting directional certainty.
His vector pages still functioned but alignment became harder to anchor when perception itself lost stability.
"…So it punishes intent, not action."
Moses nodded.
"If even a fraction of cruelty exists, it is revealed. If none exists…"
He glanced at both Adam and Zenon.
"... then it passes through harmlessly."
The fire shifted again around Adam.
Moses lowered his gaze slightly.
"Neither of you qualify as hostile."
Adam sighed.
"That is the most insulting compliment I have ever received."
Zenon added flatly, "Unfortunately, I agree with you."
Nostradamus, meanwhile, stepped forward slightly.
"Interesting classification system. You interpret differently?"
Nostradamus didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he raised his hand.
A book appeared in his grasp.
He opened it and there was blank pages. Then ink began forming without pen.
"Quatrain of Inevitable Calamity."
He wrote slowly thinking for a moment.
"When the heaven refuses its owner,
the one who remembers too much will misplace the future.
And what stands between two truths will not remain an observer."
The moment the last word formed, a crack in reality happened too swift to fall in sight.
Zenon's eyes narrowed immediately.
"Is that prophecy about us?"
Nostradamus closed the book.
"It will be."
Moses stepped forward.
"The future should not be written into certainty."
Nostradamus looked at him calmly.
"It already is. I only document the parts that resist understanding."
Moses looked at everyone with a quiet gaze.
The water pillars responded. Fire and cloud reacted instantly.
The battlefield split again. Moses's terrain control pushed space itself into structured zones.
Nostradamus spread his arm in a T-pose as a large book formed crashing straight into the zone.
It struck the ground and the surface adjusted angle as if the impact had rewritten slope instead of force.
Moses' fire pillar surged forward.
Nostradamus stepped sideways without looking.
Zenon's notebook opened reflexively but cloud interference disrupted alignment mid-page.
Zenon clicked his tongue.
"…Annoying."
Adam exhaled softly.
"So we are just going to watch? How ironic, we are supposed to be the main casts of this scene."
Moses answered without looking at him.
"Hearken. We are testing which truth survives contact with contradiction."
Nostradamus adjusted his sleeve.
"Also deciding which future is allowed to continue existing."
Adam and Zenon were no longer the center of the battlefield.
Moses stepped forward first.
The water waves behind him shifted again, separating into multiple suspended arcs.
The ground responded immediately.
Nostradamus's footing destabilized for a fraction of a second. Books flew instantly from Nostradamus's side.
Three impacts connected simultaneously.
One toward Moses' shoulder.
One toward his blind angle.
One directly at the staff.
Moses didn't dodge it.
The cloud pillar surged upward, absorbing the trajectory of two books mid-flight, slowing them into harmless rotation.
The third struck the staff and stopped.
Then redirected downward into empty space.
Nostradamus narrowed his eyes slightly.
"You are crazy."
Moses answered calmly.
"I am used to hearing ,that."
The fire pillar flared suddenly behind Nostradamus not burning him directly but closing his escape route.
Heat intensified around predicted movement paths rather than his current position.
Nostradamus raised his hand. Ink formed mid-air again. A second quatrain began to write itself without contact.
Moses attacked instantly.
Water pillars shifted into curved barriers, intercepting conceptual alignment before full formation.
Fire threaded through the gaps, forcing Nostradamus to adjust mid-writing. For the first time, Nostradamus stepped back.
"Interesting, you can react to intention faster than action."
"Intent is always thought earlier."
He struck the staff downward.
The ground beneath Nostradamus split into layered terrain segments that separated vertically instead of breaking.
Gravity misaligned for a moment, forcing balance disruption without direct harm.
Nostradamus stabilized instantly by redirecting vector weight through written page anchors.
Books embedded into the midair like fixed reference points.
"Then I will remove intention itself."
Moses' expression changed slightly.
"For yourself?"
Nostradamus forced a mischievous grin.
"For both of us."
He closed the quatrain mid-form.
Moses noticed immediately.
"Oh, folk is forcing uncertainty into prophecy."
"Uncertainty is the only space where things to control exist."
Books shattered into floating fragments of written probability.
Adam and Zenon stopped at the same moment.
They finally saw what the others were doing.
Moses's miracles were not escalating anymore. They were testing boundaries.
Nostradamus's quatrains were no longer attacks—they were shaping inevitability slowly and slowly.
" If this goes like this... both of us are going to get paralysis in lack of Runic Flow. " Adam sighed.
Zenon lowered his notebook slightly.
"This is going to spread out if not stopped."
"Yeah."
For the first time, neither sounded interested in continuing.
Adam looked at Zenon.
"You started this."
Zenon didn't deny it. "You accepted it too, dummy."
Adam shrugged quietly.
"We should stop them. Before they decide this place needs saving. Heh, we should have summoned some cheaper ones for assistance instead of these four stars."
Just disintegrating into Runic particles, like the space no longer required their physical continuation.
Moses noticed first.
He lowered his staff slightly.
"So it ends without conclusion."
Nostradamus watched the fading particles of himself carefully.
"It rarely concludes when it should."
Moses gave a slow nod.
"They were never meant to become enemies."
Nostradamus replied calmly.
"They were meant to understand why conflict is always easier than resolution. There end awaits."
Moses rested his staff.
"They are bunch of wrecks with delusions left behind. But there is no limit of grasping knowledge. This, nothing to shame or hate, we are mortals and our lives are the journey to grasp knowledge."
Both Moses and Nostradamus dissolved into particles.