The moment Myr took her first step, the air around her changed completely. The temperature plummeted, and Orion's every breath created clouds of steam. Snowflakes began to swirl around her, and his ice spear pulsed with primordial energy.
Orion, on the other hand, emanated an aura of absolute power. The space around him trembled, distorted by the Dao of Space-Time, and small dimensional cracks formed in the air. A glowing golden line snaked across his body, representing Fate, while an overwhelming black energy pulsed from his fists, ready to devastate everything.
Selene, in the background, sighed as she realized that nothing would be able to contain the battle that would unfold there.
"Let's see what you're made of, Orion," Myr said, her voice soft.
"I should say the same," Orion replied with a smile, flexing his fingers as gold and black energy danced around him.
