The collision of their attacks produced no explosion; instead, space itself folded inward and the clouds vanished. A perfect sphere of emptiness expanded for several kilometers before the world violently corrected itself.
Only then did the thunder arrive. The delayed shockwave struck the battlefield with such force that thousands of soldiers lost their footing. Even the enormous defensive barriers protecting the city rippled like disturbed water.
"So fast..." Atheline whispered.
His eyes struggled to follow. Every instinct born from years of combat told him to observe every movement, every opening, every technique.
It was impossible. The battle existed beyond his understanding. He could only witness fragments, moments, and flashes of impossible power.
The Supreme Sovereign fought with astonishing elegance. Every gesture seemed perfectly calculated. A simple wave of one hand summoned dozens of different elemental currents simultaneously.
