As El lunged, the universe seemed to hold its breath.
His aura flared, every fiber of his being pushed to the breaking point as he hurled himself toward Adams with the speed of light itself. Each muscle in his body coiled like a viper ready to strike, fists crackling with energy potent enough to shatter entire worlds. His eyes, burning with an all-consuming fury, were locked on Adams—his target, his obstacle, the one standing between him and absolute dominion.
Adams remained perfectly still, an unmovable figure in the face of the storm bearing down on him. His hand, raised with an eerie calmness, cut through the swirling chaos, and the moment his palm was level with El's incoming strike, the world seemed to shrink. Time didn't merely slow—it fractured.
