Northern's eyes blazed with determination as he met Koll's charge head-on.
The room continued to tilt and break apart around them, but both combatants seemed oblivious to the impending doom, focused solely on their clash.
Grengar whirled in Northern's hands, its black-purple energy crackling as it met Koll's fiery spears.
The impact sent shockwaves through the crumbling space, causing more debris to rain down around them.
As they exchanged blows, the floor beneath them began to give way.
Northern felt the ground shift under his feet, but he didn't dare take his eyes off Koll.
Every strike, every parry, could be the difference between victory and defeat.
Northern deflected two of Koll's strikes, and before Koll could dive in for a counterattack, he used [Travel] and teleported to the other half of the white room, which was almost falling vertically downward.
