The ground quaked as he launched forward, a blur of speed and destruction despite his massive size. Every step crushed stone, every motion sent shockwaves through the dungeon.
Nolan raised his hand, palm out.
BOOM!
Zohar's fist collided with Nolan's palm mid-air. Energy exploded outward in a blinding flash, creating a vacuum that sucked in dust and debris, tearing apart the ceiling. Sparks of black and golden light danced across the air, illuminating Zohar's twisted form and Nolan's calm stance.
Zohar recoiled, almost stumbling back, but his eyes burned with unrelenting hatred. "You… you're not afraid?! You… you dare—!"
Nolan tilted his head slightly, observing the monster before him. "I've faced worse than you," he said quietly. "And unlike you, I don't need hatred to fight."
