The clash between Vasra and Tashi had torn the very fabric of the dueling realm apart.
What had begun as a seething argument had escalated into a full-blown battle between Epic-ranked awakens.
Time and Space against the very essence of Life.
Each spell echoed through the void like a storm of ruptured laws, distorting everything it touched, violating reality's fragile web.
Vasra hovered mid-air like a deity, his robes snapping against tides of distortion.
Around him, reality frayed, space twisted in loops, time stuttered and pulsed, and gravity bowed under his will.
Runes of ancient chronology spiraled from his fingertips, forming a halo of forbidden spells.
Behind him, the horizon fractured and reformed endlessly, as if the world couldn't decide what rules it was supposed to follow.
With every heartbeat, Vasra wasn't just casting magic, he was rewriting existence.
Opposite him, Tashi floated with a serenity that bordered on defiance.
