The very fabric of existence itself trembled beneath the force of Orion's will and thought.
His fingers danced in the air, weaving through the threads of reality, his mind focusing on the vast canvas of possibility before him.
No longer bound by the limitations of physical weapons, Orion had fully embraced the overwhelming might of his Reality Sculpturing ability, reshaping the world to his whims.
Anthony, however, stood unchanged, his gaze steady, his body unmoving, a calm serenity emanating from him as though untouched by the havoc swirling around him.
His katana rested at his side, his aura barely flickering, yet beneath that calm surface, the storm of his elemental power raged.
The first shift came with a subtle ripple in the air.
The landscape around them began to warp, as if reality itself was dissolving.
The stones beneath their feet cracked and splintered, tearing apart and reassembling in a slow, deliberate movement.
