The fight of Umbra versus Zhor was an endless storm of ruin and cosmic energy. Every time their swords crossed, whole galaxies, stars, and universes vibrated in harmony. Space-time wobbled around them because the pace at which they exchanged blows was greater than the universe itself could stand.
Zhor's face contorted in an expression of concentration. "Let's go," he said, a fire lighting within his eyes. "Let me push past my limits." With that, the energy surrounding him surged, and he began to cast spell after spell, hands weaving through the air with rapid, intricate patterns.
