A blast rocked the battlefield.
Freya hurled herself sideways as one of the black beams tore a chunk out of a nearby warship. Metal twisted and screamed as the ship collapsed into itself, becoming a black hole of wreckage.
Raphael didn't dodge.
He charged.
Blood streamed from his side where Selene's blade had pierced him, but he didn't even slow down. He grabbed a floating chunk of destroyed ship — bigger than a house — and threw it straight at Selene like a madman.
The hunk of metal spun through the void, burning, breaking apart.
Selene waved one hand.
The metal split clean in half without even touching her.
But it covered her sight for half a second — and that was all Raphael needed.
He smashed through the debris with a roar, fist cocked back, white energy swirling around his arm like a hurricane.
Selene barely managed to block, her arm jolting back as Raphael's punch landed. The shockwave rippled across the battlefield, warping the space around them like water.
