Seraphine did not turn her head. She gave no reply.
The other party's reaction confirmed her suspicions.
Just as she'd expected.
The original plot could not be trusted.
And she had been right to be cautious—to refrain from launching a global conquest the moment she gained power.
Why?
Because the entity now standing before her was never mentioned in the main storyline of 《Dragonblood》.
It had appeared only once: in a vague background entry about a minor tribe in an old ARPG game set in the same universe: the Aurora Clan.
And now, without warning, it was here. In front of her.
“The plot really is worthless,” Seraphine muttered. “At this rate, I wouldn’t be shocked if an alien armada decided to crash Earth tomorrow.”
A familiar dread returned.
Combat power—she didn’t have enough.
Her fingers curled and uncurled.
She had the overwhelming urge to pummel that prehistoric thing outside into a gore-slick crater.
But Seraphine restrained herself.
“Not yet. That body… still has value. I need to move carefully.”
As she considered her options, her mind sifted through fragments of memory regarding the Aurora Clan.
《Dragonblood: Superpower Struggle》.
That was the name of the ARPG.
According to its lore, the Aurora Clan had arrived on Earth millions of years before humans ever existed.
Back then, Ether flooded the world.
The skies, the seas, the continents—crawling with ancient monstrosities.
And yet, this offshoot of the Aurora Clan—barely a few hundred in number—crushed them all through sheer might, reigning supreme over the planet.
They were monstrous.
Within 《Superpower Struggle》’s setting, the Aurora were no ordinary race. They were timeless, superhuman.
Each member boasted the strength of tens—sometimes hundreds—of thousands of tons.
They had no need for cultivation; their innate power dwarfed that of most lifeforms.
It was absurd. Broken, even.
Before Earth ever entered a dormant phase of Ether, the Aurora Clan sat alone atop the food chain—undisputed, unmatched apex predators.
But that was long ago.
In that parallel timeline, the Aurora Clan had long since fallen—buried beneath the ages, lost to time.
Only millions of years later, when Ether began to surge again, did they return—just barely.
An organization known as the 【Sacred Zone Research Society】 discovered their corpses entombed in the polar ice.
Though shriveled and dead for eons, the great Ether tide had begun to stir them again.
Using advanced, borderline heretical technology of unknown origin, the Society extracted material from the remains—what they named the 【Angel Remains】.
From these, they decoded the Aurora Clan’s bloodline genetics.
And with that, humanity changed.
Gene serums. Superpower implants. Bio-enhancement surgeries.
Thanks to these ancient legacies, humanity’s strength exploded in leaps and bounds.
Powerful figures emerged—some able to rival, even surpass, the original Aurora.
Though all this passed swiftly through Seraphine’s thoughts, only a moment had gone by.
With a mere flicker of will, her consciousness expanded—reaching, then tearing through the minds of several Imperial high officials hidden nearby.
In a flash, she grasped the full scope of the so-called 【Ascension】 project.
Her mind sharpened instantly.
“Biotechnology to accelerate evolution? Clever enough,” she thought. “But the timing was wrong. The execution, sloppy.
They’re nothing like the 【Sacred Zone Research Society】. They didn’t isolate the remains, didn’t preserve or dissect them properly.
Worse, without the activation from a great Ether tide, the Aurora Clan’s genes remain locked—completely dormant.
At Emberlight’s current tech level, they can't possibly tap into the true power those genes hold.
If they could… then how could their so-called 【Immortal Pill】 only push someone to the Evershield Body realm?”
Seraphine, too, had swiftly grasped the real reason the Emperor of Emberlight was in such a rush to name an heir.
The answer was obvious.
Crude, unstable technology—recklessly paired with the catalytic surge of the great Ether tide.
The result?
A chain reaction of catastrophic biological collapse across several of the Empire's highest-ranking officials. Including the Emperor himself. Their bodies, saturated beyond tolerance with Aurora bloodline, were breaking down at a cellular level.
In short: death was approaching. Fast. A successor had to be chosen—urgently.
As for the bloodbath in the Imperial Palace earlier, it wasn’t that Seraphine had refused to intervene.
Vuron's rampage had been too fast, too savage—and she, at the time, had been deep in the throes of a critical martial revelation. One that edged her closer to understanding the fundamental truths of combat itself.
It wasn’t cold-heartedness.
At least, not from her perspective.
Those lives were simply not worth more than her own breakthrough.
Still, she mused,
"Emberlight is a valuable instrument. In the coming pursuit of evolution, I’ll need its infrastructure. No matter how brilliant an individual may be, the collective still sees farther. Best to handle Vuron before more damage is done."
Fortunately, the chaotic emotional turbulence outside the palace had jarred her from her enlightenment just in time.
Had she lingered even a moment longer, the entire Imperial Palace might’ve been reduced to ash under Vuron’s hand.
From afar, the Emperor of Emberlight stood guarded by a phalanx of soldiers, his expression tense.
He knew—his Ninth child had become something exceptional.
But he also understood how horrifying the creature named Vuron truly was.
Even if that prehistoric monster showed some hesitation toward Seraphine... the Emperor couldn’t bring himself to place full confidence in her.
Elsewhere, Hestan stared toward the Imperial Sanctum, his face a mask of conflict.
Inwardly, he hoped both Seraphine and Vuron would destroy each other.
Not far off, Cedric’s shifting gaze betrayed similar thoughts.
Then—Vuron’s voice echoed cold and sharp, his gaze locked on Seraphine:
"Since my awakening, you are the strongest human I’ve encountered."
"Not even the so-called Evershield Body are worth a hundredth of my power."
"But you... I can’t see through you."
That final line sent shockwaves through the onlookers.
A collective murmur rose among the distant crowd.
Those few words contained more than enough to set military minds on edge.
Officially, the armed forces had always spoken dismissively of Evershield Body-level individuals—that was for doctrine, morale.
But in the field? In the war room?
They knew better.
An Evershield Body was a walking disaster unit.
Resistant to conventional weapons.
Able to cross 100 meters in a heartbeat.
Capable of hypnotic suggestion with mere eye contact.
One strike—tanks airborne.
That was the baseline.
And yet, that creature had just claimed: not even 1% of his strength.
And even more terrifyingly—he couldn’t read Seraphine.
He couldn’t see through her.
What... what kind of monster was she?
A shiver passed through the officers.
"Hissss~"
Gasps rang out, sharp and involuntary, especially from the higher ranks.
Seraphine’s voice was cool as frost:
"Today was meant to be a flawless coronation."
"But you ruined everything."
Vuron’s eyes flickered, he chuckled, darkly:
"Oh? And what of it?"
Then laughed louder, madder:
"What are you going to do, little heir?"
Seraphine tilted her head, sighing softly.
"You’re dreadfully rude. It makes this all so much harder."
"HAHAHAHAHA!"
Vuron’s laughter thundered like a storm, sending shockwaves through the surroundings:
"You think you can defeat me?! You humans are still insects—low-tier life forms!"
He didn’t finish.
Because in that very instant:
A blazing silhouette of radiant light appeared at Seraphine’s side.
A burst of white sonic cloud erupted around the light figure’s form:
BOOM!!!
In the blink of an eye, it appeared directly in front of Vuron.
One hand landed squarely atop his head—and grabbed forward without mercy.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Vuron crashed through more than ten palace halls in succession.
In a flash, the clone had dragged Vuron over a thousand meters, blasting out of sight beyond the boundaries of the Imperial Sanctum.
“...What…”
The Emperor of Emberlight stood frozen, stunned by the spectacle.
Then he turned his gaze toward Seraphine, who remained still within the Palace—hands clasped behind her back, facing away from the stunned audience.
In a hesitant voice, he asked: “Sera… what was that just now?”
Seraphine answered calmly, without turning: “My clone.”
“Vuron’s a minor character. There’s no need to dwell on it. The ceremony can continue.”
A group of high-ranking Imperial officials had just arrived, still reeling from what they’d witnessed.
They exchanged bewildered glances, expressions clouded with confusion and disbelief.
Clone? Minor character?
What exactly is happening?!
Among them, an elderly man in military uniform stood still, equally shaken. But as he glanced at the rubble and scattered bricks left in the wake of destruction, his eyes sharpened with thought.
He murmured under his breath: “That’s… heading toward the old industrial district.”
Outside the Imperial Palace.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!!
Among the steel towers and sky-high structures packed like a forest, thunderous sonic detonations rang out in relentless succession.
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Seraphine’s clone, radiating shockwaves and violent airstreams, surged forward at terrifying speed: several thousand meters per second.
With unstoppable force, it drove the screaming, thrashing Vuron into the ground, dragging him like a comet streaking across Earth.
Dust and rubble exploded behind them, forming an earthen trench that tore through the landscape: massive, gouged, and seemingly endless.
They barreled straight toward Emberlight’s ancient outer zone: the old industrial district of Ashara.
This had once been the beating heart of Emberlight’s modernization.
But after decades of unchecked factory output, the region had succumbed to massive environmental decay. The air and water were poisoned beyond repair.
Over twenty years ago, Emberlight had officially sealed the entire area off.
Now, only a crew remained: specialized teams assigned to monitor the dormant chemical plants and secure volatile materials.
The rest?
Abandoned.
A ghost zone—utterly devoid of civilians.
The reason Seraphine had relocated the battlefield so swiftly was simple:
To protect the high-ranking Imperial officials.
Once the real fight broke out, the sheer destructive force might’ve easily torn through them all by accident.
And that would be… problematic.
She alone couldn’t sustain the smooth operation of all Emberlight.
Not yet.
At least for the foreseeable future, Emberlight remained a valuable tool.
And Seraphine wasn’t ready to see it reduced to ashes just yet.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The atmosphere roared.
Thunder crackled and twisted in the skies above.
Still mid-flight, Seraphine—moving at supersonic velocity—swung her fists with terrifying precision.
Each strike detonated in the air like a cannon blast, the shockwaves surging as she pummeled Vuron’s head mercilessly.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Every punch carried a raw, apocalyptic force: as if she meant to crack the world itself in half.
“Where is that pride of yours now?”
Her lips curled into a razor-thin smile.
“Show me!”
As her voice cut through the wind, another fist rocketed forward, slamming directly into Vuron’s already twisted face.
“AAAAH!!!”
A ragged, animalistic scream tore from Vuron’s throat—echoing upward into the storm-wracked sky.
To him, it felt like being struck by meteor after meteor.
His skull threatened to split. His brain felt like it was cracking apart from the inside.
But Seraphine didn’t give him the luxury of collapse.
No breath. No pause. No mercy.
Just endless violence, raining down like a god’s wrath.
Within the blur of motion and roaring impact, Vuron’s grotesque features warped even further under the repeated blows.
His face contorted, mashed inward, his screams coming out raw, filled with unbearable agony.
BANG! BANG!! BANG!!!
Every blow from Seraphine’s fists detonated like miniature storms: bursting out from the point of contact on Vuron’s face.
Fierce winds erupted outward in massive concentric blasts, ripping through the air with deafening howls.
The buildings on either side shook violently, trembling as though struck by a sudden series of quakes.
The sheer force of it all:
Terrifying.
People of Ashara, caught near the outskirts of the chaos, could only scream and scatter in panic.
“What’s happening?!”
“Earthquake?!”
“Run! It’s collapsing!”
“Is that a… typhoon?!”
But Seraphine didn’t slow.
Dragging Vuron like a shattered doll, she shot past Ashara’s main district, racing straight for the abandoned ruins of the old industrial zone.
By now, after endless impacts, Vuron’s entire body was bruised and reeling.
But under the flickering, volatile light, a faint golden-green halo had begun to shimmer around his form.
Strange. Resilient.
Each of Seraphine’s punches was now being partially deflected by that otherworldly aura.
Somehow—miraculously—it was absorbing and nullifying a portion of the kinetic damage.
But even so:
Blood poured from Vuron’s orifices. His nerves screamed in torment. Every inch of his body felt crushed.
“DAMN YOU!!!”
Vuron couldn’t take it anymore.
His mouth opened wide as he let out a guttural, feral roar, unleashing a violent sonic wave in all directions:
“ROAAAAARRR!!!!”
The air trembled.
But Seraphine remained unfazed.
Her only reply was to tighten her fists—and continue the beatdown with merciless rhythm.
Each strike carried hurricanes in its wake, detonating against Vuron’s forehead again and again.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
“AAAAH!!!”
Vuron’s screams grew hoarse. His eyes bulged grotesquely under the brutal pressure.
He was being beaten senseless.
Suddenly:
Two thick crimson beams burst forth from Vuron’s eyes, each the size of an adult’s arm, and struck Seraphine dead-on.
She hadn't been paying attention for a brief moment.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!!
With a chain of thunderous detonations, Seraphine was blasted through the air, tearing through layers of atmosphere as she was flung nearly a thousand meters high.
Vuron, bruised and bloodied, raised his feral gaze.
His face twisted in rage.
He stomped the ground.
BANG!!!
The earth quaked, forming a deep crater beneath him.
Then, with a deafening ROAR, he launched himself upward, shooting into the sky along the path Seraphine had flown.
“I want you DEAD!!!”
Rocketing above Seraphine, Vuron twisted his hips mid-air and brought his leg down with all the brute force of a collapsing mountain.
Seraphine didn’t flinch.
Expressionless, she calmly raised her elbow.
BOOM!!!
The skies shuddered.
Cloudbanks within a kilometer were shredded and flung outward like cotton in a storm, pushed aside by the resulting shockwave.
In the very next breath, Seraphine and Vuron clashed in mid-air.
What followed was pure Carnage.
Fists. Legs. Knees. Elbows.
Hundreds.
Thousands.
Tens of thousands of shadows overlapping, colliding, exploding.
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!!!!
Each impact thundered like an aerial bombardment.
The entire sky was engulfed in a continuous chain of detonations—flashes and shockwaves radiating in all directions like a blooming storm of destruction.
Seraphine and Vuron moved like twin comets on a collision course, their trajectories violently intersecting again and again.
Each blow they exchanged created air bursts powerful enough to send shockwaves tearing outward for kilometers.
Even the ground, thousands of meters below, quivered under the pressure.
...
On the surface.
In the abandoned zone of the industrial district.
Behind a rust-streaked wall of massive, long-discarded shipping containers:
Two figures crouched low: Auron and Selene.
Binoculars clutched tight, they stared up at the sky, their faces pale with awe and disbelief.
This was no ordinary battle.
This was war between titans.
“My god…” Auron whispered hoarsely. “Is this even real? It’s like watching a damn movie!”
“I feel like if either of them sneezed in my direction, I’d evaporate instantly. Just gone. Not even dust left.”
Selene, eyes wide and gleaming, clenched her fists with excitement.
“This… this is it!” she growled, flushed with adrenaline.
“This is what it means to have Power! To be truly Strong!”
“To raise a hand and crush armies! To walk alone with power only gods should possess!”
...
Above.
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!!!!
Seraphine unleashed a torrent of strikes: fists, elbows, knees, shoulders. All hammering into Vuron’s frame with the force of orbital weaponry.
Vuron countered with every ounce of his monstrous strength, landing heavy blows of his own.
Shockwaves blasted outward in every direction. The atmosphere itself screamed as if under artillery assault.
The two spiraled downward in their clash, tearing through the sky.
BOOM! BOOM!
The ground exploded.
Twin impacts gouged out massive craters as both bodies slammed into the earth, hundreds of meters apart.
From the dust and rubble, two battered figures slowly rose.
Vuron’s face was a grotesque mask of swelling and blood. His massive frame was scorched and torn, with patches of flame still flickering across his skin.
All left behind by Seraphine’s relentless strikes.
Yet, his wounds were already closing.
Fast.
Too fast.
“AHHHHHHHH!!!!”
Then lowered his gaze to Seraphine, grinning with bloody teeth.
His voice low, mocking:
“Heh… you think you can just beat me to death like that?”
“Keep dreaming!”
“You did manage to hurt me—a lot…”
“But…”
His grin widened into something inhuman.
“We, the Aurora Clan, have the strongest regenerative abilities in the entire Earth biosphere.”
“And our bodies are shielded by a Life Magnetic Field.”
“No matter how many times you strike, you’ll never kill me, while you, on the other hand…”
“You talk too much.”
Seraphine tilted her head slightly, brow furrowed, voice cold and flat:
“Are all primitive creatures this chatty?”
“......”
A sharp twitch passed across Vuron’s eye.
Then:
“You damn human!!”
His face contorted once more with rage as his words came out in a guttural snarl.
Having spent a few days hiding among humans, Vuron had fully mastered their language.
So he easily caught the biting sarcasm in Seraphine’s voice.
His expression twisted.
Then he let out a cold, hollow laugh.
"Very well. I like your spirit, human. You’re strong—exceptionally strong."
"I’ll admit it. You’re the most powerful human I’ve ever met."
"Which is exactly why: come, human! This time, I’ll use my full power… to beat you to death!"
Seraphine smiled faintly and nodded.
"Now that’s more like it. Since that’s the case, I won’t hold back either."
She raised a hand—not fast, not slow.
Air began to swirl around her, softly at first, then with a growing intensity, like the breath of a slumbering dragon stirring to life.
A strange, cold pulse spread out in waves from her body: mysterious, elegant, and deeply unsettling.
Even from afar, Vuron’s eyelid twitched.
His instincts screamed.
Whatever this technique was, it could shatter his prized defense and burn through his regenerative power like dry leaves.
But he didn’t understand the depth of what he was facing.
This was Seraphine’s own creation: Drifting Cloud Hands and Dragonwave Crash, drawn from her unparalleled mastery of countless martial arts.
It was a fusion of hundreds of ancient techniques, refined into something new, something divine.
A fighting style designed not just to strike or block, but to unravel.
To disperse power, redirect momentum, and bypass all forms of resistance.
Every layer of energy spiraled inward like coiling serpents, cutting through defenses to strike at the true weak point.
And the force behind it?
No simple physical strength.
It was a Yin-Yang Cycle Force, honed with precision, made to counteract regenerative abilities at the cellular level.
To unmake the body, rather than merely damage it.
Vuron snorted, trying to mask his growing anxiety.
“Tch. Empty theatrics.”
But Seraphine’s eyes were already glowing with divine brilliance.
She didn't even blink.
"Then let’s begin. Let’s have a great battle."
The talking ceased.
The two warriors stood hundreds of meters apart, unmoving.
Yet the air between them was already boiling, filled with the unseen clash of auras.
Their killing intent and spiritual pressure intertwined in the atmosphere like clashing storms, distorting the very air.
The oppressive aura stretched outward, rippling across the terrain.
Even in far corners of the industrial zone, it could be felt like a weight pressing down on the chest.
Hidden behind a rusted wall of cargo containers, Auron and Selene stared toward the battlefield with pale faces, drenched in cold sweat.
They couldn’t even move.
It wasn’t fear of being caught.
It was something deeper, instinctual.
Primal.
They felt like insects caught in the breath of two colossal dragons preparing to kill.
Just the mental pressure alone was enough to freeze them.
Overwhelming. Absolute.
Even Auron, usually calm and composed, lay flat on the dirt, trembling. His clenched fists were filthy, his teeth gritted.
Inside, he cursed furiously:
‘God damn it, I signed up for a patrol, not a front-row seat to a goddamn apocalypse!’
‘What kind of hell luck is this?!’
Beside him, Selene was practically flattened against a rusted container wall, rubbing her cheek against the corroded surface in terror.
She dared not breathe too loud.
In her mind, one panicked thought looped endlessly:
‘This is it. I’m dead. We’re dead. I’m going to die. Why the hell am I watching this fight?!’
A few other agents hidden even farther out weren’t so lucky.
Crushed by the spiritual pressure radiating from the battlefield, some simply collapsed on the spot, fainting in fear.
Their minds overloaded.
Their bodies gave up.
Then, in the midst of that stillness:
A gust of wind swept through.
Just a breeze.
But it stirred the scorched earth.
A solitary piece of stone lifted into the air, spinning silently in the space between the two giants.
Time seemed to hold its breath.
And with it:
BANG!!!!!
With a thunderous airburst, two figures exploded forward, stomping down onto the earth with enough force to crater it, trailing shockwaves of pale gray behind them as they shattered the sound barrier.
They clashed:
Head-on!!
BOOM!!!!!
The ground erupted like thunder.
Twisted shockwaves burst outward, lighting up sky and soil alike, hurling wave after wave of burning air in all directions.
WHOOOOSH WHOOOOSH WHOOOOSH—!!
Each howling gust tore up shattered metal debris, launching fragmented steel like shrapnel into the surrounding area.
Ancient buildings nearby were instantly flattened.
Abandoned shipping containers were shredded like tin foil, reduced to mangled heaps of twisted scrap.
And like that, the two monsters, so far beyond human limitations, fought like unleashed demons.
No defense.
No evasion.
They poured every ounce of power into raw destruction, trying to annihilate each other with overwhelming, unrelenting brutality.
To cripple. To maim. To shatter. To kill.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!!!
Each blow held tens of thousands of tons of force, moving at speeds of dozens of Mach.
Enough to punch holes through skyscrapers.
Enough to send an aircraft carrier flying.
Each strike came with a visible trail of compressed air and heat, forming sharp shockwaves that echoed for miles.
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!!!!
Fists and kicks collided with thunderous fury.
BANG BANG BANG!!!!
Bodies crashed together like warships in freefall.
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!!!
Blood sprayed like red fireworks across the wreckage, mixing with steel dust and fire.
Within a radius of kilometers, dust, dirt, steel, rubble, shattered buildings: all of it was torn into pieces by the shockwaves alone.
Even the sonic booms from their blows, so violently high-pitched and frequent, formed a near-constant wall of noise, like a perpetual sonic detonation.
Several kilometers away, agents from the Emberlight Special Forces clutched their ears in agony.
They had only been tasked to observe the battle, not suffer from it.
But the concussive force, the deafening noise, was unbearable.
Even hardened combatants were grimacing in pain.
And at barely over a thousand meters from ground zero:
Auron and Selene were on the brink of collapse.
Their eyes were glazed, mouths and noses bleeding, bodies trembling uncontrollably.
It felt as though they were trapped in a Hell of Unending Agony, a place where every second stretched into forever.
The violent Ether surges and chaotic shock currents alone were nearly fatal.
And these two weren’t ordinary people: they were operatives at the Roaring Vitalis realm.
Even so, they were breaking.
After barely ten seconds, Auron forced himself upright: bleeding, eyes wide with fury.
With a ragged breath, he grabbed Selene’s unconscious body, dragging her behind him.
Gritting his teeth through the pain, he rolled out of cover and sprinted from the perimeter of the battlefield.
Other agents farther away quickly followed suit: supporting each other, fleeing as fast as they could.
If they stayed any longer:
They wouldn’t die from enemy attacks.
They’d be shredded to death by the battle’s aftershocks alone.
Fortunately, the old industrial zone was located at the very edge of Ashara’s outer districts.
Outside of a few abandoned sites and derelict factories, no civilians lived here.
Had this fight occurred in any residential zone:
Thousands, perhaps tens of thousands, would already be dead or wounded.
And even here:
Seraphine and Vuron’s movements had already destroyed over a dozen tall structures, collapsing five or six highways, leaving the district a wreck.
Such was the reality of entities that wielded this kind of power.
Creatures who could casually exert tens of thousands of tons of force and travel faster than sound without even trying.
Human infrastructure? Too fragile.
They only had to breathe the wrong way, and entire city blocks could vanish.
As for human beings?
To them, ordinary people were nothing more than soap bubbles.
Not worth a glance.
And at the center of this battleground:
Seraphine and Vuron had not paused for a single breath since their first clash.
They had become streaking, supersonic blurs, visible only to the most advanced sensors, if at all. Flickering through the shattered ruins of the industrial zone.
BANG!!
A row of rusted factories exploded into dust and steel splinters.
Then:
The two figures vanished again.
BANG BANG BANG!!
In the blink of an eye, they reappeared high above a cliffside several kilometers away, leaving behind eight massive craters in the earth.
They clashed again.
Disappeared again.
Their combat speed wasn’t just a linear pursuit:
It was a chaotic storm of collisions, bouncing from one corner of the wasteland to the next, spreading destruction like wildfire.
Air, stone, rusted earth: everything around them became footholds for their leaping strikes.
All across the ten-kilometer-wide industrial ruins, factories, towers, shipping yards: all of it was being chewed apart by their unseen war.
And to the terrified special agents still hiding nearby?
There was nothing to see.
Just collapse. Just fire. Just ruin.
It was as if the two fighters had vanished from the mortal world, like devils outside reality, demolishing everything in their wake.
Some agents, after enduring even a few more minutes of this nightmare, began to break.
Trembling. Shaking. Losing their grip on sanity.
The pressure of what they were witnessing—what they were surviving—was too much.
