A white burst of nothingness consumed the crater. The landscape quaked violently, sending crude vibrations through the wind to where Northern floated.
The battle between Nebulous Lord and the Abysmal Belial had grown intense, devastatingly intense in just minutes.
Even Abyss Tyrant, finished with his own fight, stood beside Paragon Raizel on a distant building, silently watching the catastrophic clash unfold.
Paragon Raizel's face revealed a tangled web of emotions.
Confusion ravaged the poor man to his core. He had never witnessed a battle like this.
Northern felt the same. He had fought many terrifying battles himself, but watching one of this magnitude was unprecedented.
He understood Burning Storm's struggle to comprehend this chaos.
As the dust settled, both monsters stood.
Breathing. Trembling. But alive.
A demented red light burned in the Abysmal Belial's eyes, while a white spark of mad determination glowed in the depths of Nebulous Lord's.
