As Harry's blast of creative power washed over him, Kevin stumbled backward, his eyes wide with shock. For a moment, he seemed to falter, his energy wavering.
Harry took advantage of the opening, striking back with a fierce determination. The two of them clashed, their powers locked in a struggle that seemed to shake the very fabric of reality.
But as the battle raged on, Harry began to feel a sense of unease. He was fighting Kevin, his former friend and ally, and it didn't feel right.
He remembered the good times they had shared, the laughter and the adventures. He remembered the bond of trust that had once existed between them.
And as he looked into Kevin's eyes, he saw something there that gave him pause. He saw a glimmer of the old Kevin, the one he had once called friend.
With a sudden surge of compassion, Harry reached out and grabbed Kevin's arm. "Kevin, stop this," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "You don't have to do this. You don't have to be this way."
Kevin's eyes seemed to flash with anger, but for a moment, Harry saw something else there, too. He saw a spark of doubt, a spark of uncertainty.
And in that moment, Harry knew that he had a chance to reach Kevin, to bring him back from the brink of destruction.
"Kevin, listen to me," Harry said, his voice urgent. "You're not a monster. You're not a being of pure energy. You're Kevin Levin, my friend, my ally. And I know that you can be saved."