The collision of dark and light matter sent ripples through the fabric of reality, distorting the very air around Judas and Catiline.
For a moment, time itself seemed to pause, the two titans suspended in a tableau of cosmic conflict.
Then, with a thunderous crack, they were propelled apart, each skidding to opposite ends of the arena.
Catiline recovered first, his wings of midnight unfurling to their full, imposing span.
With a thought, he launched himself skyward, dark matter coalescing around his fists like living gauntlets. "Is this the best you can muster, betrayer?" he taunted, his voice a discordant symphony that set teeth on edge. "I expected more from one touched by divinity!"
Judas rose slowly, his white aura pulsing with quiet intensity.
