The sky cracked, the land trembled, and the very essence of this new world shifted as Aiden and the Firstborn clashed with full force.
For the first time, Aiden wasn't just fighting to test someone.
He was fighting to push himself.
And the Firstborn?
It wasn't just adapting anymore.
It was challenging him.
Every strike Aiden launched, the Firstborn met head-on.
Every counter it made, Aiden adjusted in an instant.
But something was different now.
The Firstborn's movements no longer mirrored Aiden's.
It had begun to create its own style.
Its void blade shifted between forms, changing mid-attack, feinting, overwhelming, disrupting rhythm.
Aiden dodged, twisted, and countered, golden energy flaring with every movement.
Damn.
This thing is evolving faster than anything I've ever seen.
But that only made him grin.
Because, for the first time in a long time—
He felt exhilarated.
