Sharky took a slow step forward.
Flames coiled around his arms and legs, wrapping his body like a burning cloak.
His eyes didn't blink. His face stayed calm.
Each step forward melted the very ground beneath him.
Ravana Ramse narrowed his eyes and raised both hands. "Stay back."
With a burst of energy, he summoned a glowing force field—an unbreakable barrier of layered molecules, designed to withstand even nuclear warheads.
But Sharky kept walking.
Ravana frowned. He extended a hand, telekinesis surged outward, wrapping around Sharky's body, trying to lift him, bend him, crush him.
"Fall," Ravana commanded.
But Sharky didn't move. Not even a single finger shifted.
"What…?" Ravana whispered, his control slipping.
He gritted his teeth and changed tactics.
Metal began to rise from the shattered temple ruins—shards, beams, columns.
They reshaped in the air, forming countless swords, sharp as razors, gleaming under the crackling sky.
