The collision of Robespierre's phantom guillotines and Kukai's luminous mandalas sent shockwaves rippling through the Confluence of Ideals. The hybrid landscape of temple grounds and Parisian streets shimmered and warped, reality itself seeming to buckle under the strain of the competing ideologies.
Robespierre pressed his attack, his voice rising above the cacophony of clashing energies. "Behold the power of revolution, Citizen Kukai! No bonds can withstand the equalizing force of the people's will!"
The ghostly guillotines multiplied, their blades a blur of motion as they sought to sever the intricate patterns of Kukai's spiritual defenses. Each impact sent sparks of conflicting energies flying, revolutionary fervor crashing against transcendent calm.
