The pressure gathering around Draco's right arm grew so immense that the limb seemed to transform into a spear capable of collapsing the surrounding void. Space buckled. Darkness warped. The very fabric of the battlefield recoiled from the destructive intent concentrated there.
Cain drew a slow breath, his expression steady even as he understood that this strike possessed enough force to pierce his defenses. If it landed, it would wound him, perhaps gravely.
Yet, there was no hesitation in the Scarlet King. No fear. No thought of retreat.
He opened his palm.
Starlight and white flames spiraled to life around his hand, merging into a sphere that radiated the fused power of Entropy and Nihility. The Endsphere formed slowly at first, then with accelerating force, devouring the surrounding void as its unstable core expanded. Reality peeled away in threads around Cain, unable to endure the combined might of two opposing cosmic endings.
Silence fell—sharp, massive, absolute.
