Parts of the Academy and Sector 2 shook with unrelenting, bone-rattling intensity as Magnus and Luminous's fists collided with world-ending speed.
The first impact sent shockwaves so powerful, the air itself seemed to scream. The ground split, the sky cracked, and the very atmosphere trembled as if it couldn't bear the force.
Then came another collision.
And another.
Each blow was more violent, more destructive than the last.
Their fists met with impossible speed, thunder and gold flashing in rapid succession, the earth trembling with every strike.
The clash was so fast, so devastating, it seemed as though reality itself might collapse under the weight of their power.
But what was even more terrifying—more incredible—was that all of this, the deafening quakes, the flashes of lightning and golden light, was already in the past.
