Several slashes of red claw light came crashing down from the sky, ripping through layers of flame as if fire itself had turned brittle. The air screamed where the attacks passed, heat dispersing in violent waves as Raz's defenses were torn apart one after another. What should have slowed the assault was instead swallowed, devoured, leaving only scorched space behind.
Raz could only dodge. Each step felt heavier than the last as he pushed his body to its limit, clinging to survival through instinct alone. In barely two minutes of fighting, he had already witnessed something deeply wrong. Enzo had shifted between three divine powers at once, weaving them together with unsettling ease.
Such a thing was unheard of. Most beings were born bound to a single law, their entire existence spent refining that one truth until it became second nature. To reach mastery took centuries. To abandon it mid battle and grasp another was almost unthinkable.
