The air crackled with tension. Adam and Selene stood apart, the battlefield shifting beneath them—shadows writhing, electricity humming. Their powers clashed like storms waiting to collide.
Adam's black eyes gleamed under the flickering city lights. His breathing was steady, controlled. Every nerve in his body was fine-tuned, ready to adapt.
Selene, perched on her shifting platform of darkness, grinned. "You're a tough one, I'll give you that." She cracked her knuckles. "But I'm not done."
Before Adam could move, the shadows around her surged, twisting into a massive tendril with serrated edges, swinging straight for him.
He dodged—glitching sideways in a blur of motion. The tendril barely missed, carving through the concrete like butter.
The ground trembled.
Then—
"Don't forget about me!"
A sudden burst of violet light.
Alice blinked into existence at Adam's side, a confident smirk on her face.
Selene's eyes narrowed. "Tch. I was hoping you'd stay out of this."
