Above the clouds, the sky suddenly split apart, revealing two cracks—two glowing portals hovering ominously in the air, not far from each other. From the first portal emerged a woman of striking beauty, her long, silver hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, glimmering faintly in the dim light. Her eyes were sharp, glowing with a defiant fire, and her form radiated an aura of power. She wore a flowing, ethereal robe of dark blue that seemed to shimmer like the night sky, adorned with intricate silver embroidery that gave her an almost regal appearance.
From the second portal stepped a man, tall and imposing, with dark hair that whipped around his face as he stepped through the tear in the sky. His eyes were cold and calculating, a stark contrast to the woman's fiery gaze. He was dressed in dark armor that gleamed like polished obsidian, the edges of which crackled with faint arcs of energy. His presence alone seemed to darken the air around him, as if he carried with him the weight of a storm.
The man's gaze locked onto the woman as he landed gracefully on the floating platform of air between them. His lips curled into a smile as he spoke, his voice rich with mockery, "Where do you think you're going, Cyla?"
The woman, Cyla, turned sharply to face him, her lips curling into a sneer. "Why do you chase me even here, Enha?" she spat, her voice filled with venom. Her hands twitched at her sides, the air around them shimmering as if it responded to her growing rage.
Enha chuckled, the sound dark and threatening, resonating with malice. "Why do I chase you? You already know the answer to that."
Cyla's eyes blazed, and she clenched her fists. "You bastard! Even if I die, I will never marry you!" she snapped, her voice quivering with fury.
Enha's smile widened as he regarded her with predatory amusement. "Even if you don't want to, Cyla, I'll still have you," he said coldly, his eyes gleaming with possessiveness. "One way or another."
Cyla's face twisted with anger. "Then don't blame me when I defeat you," she growled.
Enha merely laughed, the sound echoing ominously through the air as dark clouds began to gather overhead. "Go ahead and try, if you think you can."
Without another word, the air around them crackled with tension as both combatants readied themselves for the battle to come. The first strike was swift—too swift for the naked eye to follow. Cyla raised her hand, summoning a brilliant spear of light that shot toward Enha with blinding speed. But Enha was faster, sidestepping the attack with ease, his body moving like a shadow.
He retaliated instantly, his hands glowing with dark energy as he conjured jagged black spears that he hurled toward Cyla. She dodged effortlessly, her form blurring as she darted through the air, weaving between the projectiles with the grace of a dancer. The storm clouds above them churned violently, lightning flashing in rapid succession as their powers clashed.
Cyla thrust her hands forward, and a torrent of wind and lightning erupted from her palms, tearing through the air toward Enha. He raised his arms to block, summoning a barrier of dark energy that absorbed the impact, but the sheer force of the attack sent him skidding backward through the air. He gritted his teeth, glaring at her with fury.
"I've gotten stronger since the last time we fought," Cyla shouted, her voice carrying over the roar of the storm. She raised her hands again, summoning the elements themselves. The wind howled and rain began to pour in torrents as she manipulated the storm, directing it toward Enha with terrifying precision.
Enha smirked, wiping the rain from his face. "You think this little storm can stop me?" he sneered, his voice cutting through the storm's fury. He raised his hand, and the air around him seemed to darken. With a single motion, he unleashed a wave of pure, destructive energy that cut through the storm like a knife, heading straight for Cyla.
She barely had time to react, crossing her arms in front of her to shield herself from the blast. The impact was immense, sending shockwaves rippling through the sky. For a moment, it seemed as though she would be overwhelmed, but with a fierce cry, she pushed back, her own energy surging to meet his. The two forces collided in a spectacular explosion of light and darkness, shaking the very fabric of the sky.
Below, on the ground, Aryan was preparing for work, standing in the doorway of his modest apartment and watching the storm rage outside. He had just put on his raincoat and was about to step outside when a sudden clap of thunder shook the ground, followed by a flash of lightning so bright it briefly blinded him.
"What in the world?" Aryan muttered, squinting up at the sky as the rain pounded harder and harder, accompanied by flashes of violent lightning. He could barely see through the downpour, but something about the storm felt unnatural. The air was thick with tension, as if something monumental was happening far above.
A sense of foreboding crept over him, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible was about to happen. "Why is it raining so hard today? And the lightning… it's not normal," Aryan whispered to himself, his voice barely audible over the sound of the rain.
Even though his instincts told him something was wrong, Aryan knew he couldn't afford to miss work. He was just a simple laborer, and every day of missed work meant less money to live on. With a heavy heart, he pulled the hood of his raincoat over his head and braced himself for the storm. He had no choice but to head out, despite the strange and unsettling weather.
But as he stepped outside and began to walk down the street toward his construction site, the feeling of unease only grew stronger. The sky above seemed to be alive with energy, and the lightning was growing more intense, illuminating the clouds with each flash. Aryan had lived through storms before, but this was different. This storm wasn't just nature's fury—it felt like something far more dangerous.
Back in the sky, the battle between Cyla and Arkan raged on. Cyla, her face twisted with determination, summoned another surge of elemental power. She raised her hands to the sky, and the clouds above her swirled violently. With a shout, she brought her hands down, and a massive bolt of lightning descended from the heavens, striking toward Arkan with blinding speed.
Enha's eyes widened as he sensed the immense power behind the attack. He raised both arms, summoning a dome of dark energy around himself just in time to intercept the lightning. The impact was deafening, and for a moment, it seemed as though the storm itself had exploded. Rain and wind lashed out in all directions, and the sky was filled with brilliant flashes of light.
But when the dust settled, Enha was still standing, his barrier holding strong. He laughed darkly, his voice filled with confidence. "You'll have to do better than that, Cyla."
Without hesitation, Enha counterattacked, his body becoming a blur as he dashed toward Cyla with incredible speed. He raised his hand, and a blade of pure darkness materialized in his grasp. He swung it at her with deadly precision, but Cyla was ready. She summoned a barrier of wind to deflect the attack, but the force behind his strike sent her flying backward, crashing into the clouds.
Aryan, still walking to work below, felt another tremor in the ground as the battle above intensified. His heart raced, and he couldn't shake the sense that something far greater than a storm was happening above him.
As the battle raged on, it became clear that this was no ordinary conflict. It was a clash of titans, one that would shake the heavens themselves.