As Gregor's words faded into the devastated air, chaos erupted anew elsewhere in the world.
Far from the scorched remnants of the Lion's domain, Valeria and Riven were locked in a relentless battle that spanned kilometers of terrain. Neither slowed nor retreated; their clash was reshaping everything unfortunate enough to be caught in their path.
What had started as a duel had spiraled into something far more catastrophic, two titanic forces colliding with such overwhelming power that the land itself seemed unable to withstand them.
A mountain ridge crumbled beneath Valeria as she surged forward, her blade slicing downward in a violent arc. The impact tore through stone like paper, sending massive slabs tumbling into the valley below.
Riven narrowly evaded her strike at the last moment, his body blurring sideways as he glided over collapsing ground, moving with an agility that made it seem as though he were stepping across water rather than debris.
