The air had long since lost its stillness.
It churned now twisted, folded, and crushed under the sheer weight of two overwhelming presences that refused to coexist peacefully within the same space.
The ground beneath their feet had already given up resisting; cracks spread endlessly in jagged patterns, sinking deeper with every pulse of power that leaked into the surroundings.
Nero Void stood where he had been left, unmoving, his white robe swaying faintly despite the violent pressure saturating the air. His expression remained calm, too calm but his eyes had sharpened in a way that betrayed his interest.
The earlier amusement he carried when facing weaker prey had vanished completely, replaced by something far more focused.
Opposite him, Enjin straightened his posture slowly, rolling his shoulders as though preparing for something far more serious than what had just occurred.
