The Colosseum of the Sky trembled as Houdini, now a being of pure magical power and matter, faced off against Kukai's flickering barrier of pure enlightenment. Reality itself seemed to hold its breath, teetering on the edge of transformation or annihilation.
The Phantom's voice cut through the tense silence, dripping with sardonic amusement. "Ladies, gentlemen, and assorted cosmic entities! We've officially left the realm of parlor tricks and entered the domain of 'Oh-god-what-have-we-done?
' I hope you all remembered to bring your existential crisis survival kits!
Because this looks heated!"
Houdini, his form a swirling vortex of arcane symbols and impossible geometries, began to move. Each motion left trails of pure magical energy, rewriting the laws of physics in his wake. "Kukai, my enlightened friend," his voice resonated, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once,
"let me show you the true depths of magic!
