Dickens sneered, "Good, prepare to die."
As his words fell, he had already closed the distance to Owen.
Owen, filled with indignation, was in no mood for pleasantries, silently invoking, "[Prophecy] activate."
Suddenly, the entire world seemed to freeze, shifting into monochrome.
Another "Owen" stepped out from Owen's body, his gaze icy.
He was ready to shock the world.
In the realm of [Prophecy], Dickens was the first to attack.
His body pounced towards Owen like a ferocious tiger, his blade covered in blazing arcanergy.
Owen, calm and composed, was surrounded by a halo of tri-colored energy.
The two collided in an instant, producing a deafening roar.
Dickens' blade struck Owen hard but was repelled by the layer of tri-colored energy, failing to inflict any damage.
Owen sneered coldly, swinging his hand to release a wave of tri-colored energy directly at Dickens.
Dickens' pupils shrank as he swiftly dodged.
