A terrifying battle was raging in the middle of the green-and-black realm. Black chains tore through the air, clashing with sheer will—wielded by two figures who looked exactly the same, except for one, who was completely drenched in black.
Only the sounds of chains colliding and fists slamming against each other echoed across the endless field. Neither side paused. Neither side showed a hint of exhaustion.
'It's just like the Realm of Consciousness… no Prana wasted. Infinite energy.'
They'd been fighting for over half an hour, yet not a single drop of his Prana or stamina had decreased.
Still, despite not holding back the raw strength, he hadn't managed to land even a scratch on his enemy. The same could be said for the other side.
'Equal, huh?' Just as the replica had claimed—there was no difference between them. Not in strength. Not in ability.
