"Not bad," R chuckled. "Now let's see how much punishment you can endure. This isn't like last time... I'm going for the kill."
The moment R raised his hand, the world snapped.
Air cracked like glass under pressure, and then—movement.
Fast.
Too fast.
Both vanished from sight, the only sign of their clash a shockwave that split the sky.
BOOOOOOOM!
The ground below shattered, chunks of earth and bone launching into the air like debris from an explosion.
Asher reappeared first—mid-air, arms crossed, spinning as a dozen elemental swords burst from behind him in a tight spiral.
Flames, ice, lightning, and stone all twisted together into a controlled barrage.
R met it head-on.
He didn't dodge.
Instead, he drove through the storm of blades, each one hit his skin, burst, dissolved—but only slowed him slightly.
Cracks of light and shadow burst with every contact.
When he reached Asher, he thrust a fist forward—raw, condensed force erupting from his hand.
