The sky split. Not metaphorically. The dimensional fabric separating mortal realm from other dimensions literally tore open, creating cracks through which alien realities bled through—spaces where different physical laws applied, where time flowed backwards, where gravity was suggestion rather than force.
And at the epicenter, both Satou and Khar'razoth were launched in opposite directions by force neither could resist.
Satou was thrown five miles, his body tumbling through the air at supersonic speeds, the wind resistance literally tearing scales from his flesh, his bones breaking from acceleration trauma, his organs rupturing from g-forces that would have liquefied normal creatures.
He hit the ground and bounced, the impact creating a crater, then bounced again, then again, each impact breaking more bones, tearing more flesh, accumulating damage faster than even Legendary Regeneration could immediately process.
