Almost instantly, Ryu could feel the strength of a Rank Four Heavenly Pupils. No… right now, they should be the Rank Three.
Space bent and twisted so fiercely that the battlefield was immediately split into two. It no longer felt like a battle between two existences, but rather two worlds.
One was dark and brooding, forming swirls of reality that one couldn't look at straight without harming their eyes.
The other was dark as well, but in a different sort of way. The clouds rumbled and lightning sparked. There were only two points of light at all, one being a young man wreathed in shimmering white scales, and the other being a bright silver star that shone down as the only luminescence in the world.
At this point, even Lu'card's beautiful silver scales had become dark. His wings spread wide, blackholes forming in each and every one of his scales.
By their third clash, Ryu was sent flying.
