A heavy silence fell over the battlefield.
Cain's body lay motionless, embedded in the rubble from Adam's final blow. Dust swirled around them, carried by the lingering energy of their clash. The once-distorted air gradually settled, returning to its natural form.
Adam stood at the center of it all, his chest rising and falling heavily as he caught his breath. His golden aura still flickered around him, but its intensity was dimming. The raw force he had just unleashed had left him drained, though his resolve remained unshaken.
Across the battlefield, Sona and Phantom watched in silence, their eyes reflecting both awe and concern.
"Is it over?" Phantom murmured, her voice barely audible.
Sona, ever cautious, shook her head. "I don't know."
The tension in the air refused to fade.
Despite Cain's stillness, Adam couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He took a slow step forward, his boots crunching against the broken stone beneath him. His instincts screamed at him—
