The silence was taut with nothing but the howling wind that whistled around them like a mournful spirit. Vacuros shifted into a fighting stance, his huge frame coiled in readiness, as the primordial ape just stood firm, its gaze dismissive, like that of a man humoring a child's fanciful dream. Nyxander took several deliberate steps back, his hands folded, his piercing gaze cutting through the swirling cold like a blade, watching the scene unfold as though it were an experiment under his scrutiny.
Vacuros charged forward, his feet carving deep grooves into the thick snow with every determined step. As the distance between him and the ape of origin shortened, the monster sprang forward, his enormous mass casting a shadow over the field of combat. The two met, their palms clashing with the sound of thunder as their arms interlocked in a gruesome display of strength.
