When they collided, it was as if a thunderclap had exploded inside the chamber.
BOOM!
The impact opened a small crater beneath their feet, cracking the floor around them. Shards of stone flew like the shrapnel of a controlled explosion, but neither of them seemed to notice.
Selene struck with absurd speed and precision—every thrust, every sweep of her spear was like a war dance choreographed to the edge of perfection.
But Aziz kept up with all of it. His eyes read the movements before they happened, as if he could see a few seconds into the future.
He moved with unnatural lightness, dodging by mere millimeters, his sword rising to meet every strike at the perfect moment. It wasn't just skill—it was intuition, something primal and otherworldly guiding his hands.
The spectators, once tense, were now completely silent.
