The impact was silent.
When Vane's Silver Fang met the falling thunderbolt of Ashe's sword, the world did not explode. The laws of physics simply gave up.
The Star-Metal Spear, coated in silver mana, bit into the silver-black aura of the Warlord. It was the irresistible force meeting the immovable object. For a microsecond, Vane saw the steel of Ashe's training sword groan and buckle, a hairline fracture appearing on the blade where the silver light touched it.
He had cut her weapon.
But he had not cut her momentum.
Ashe did not stop. She poured a terrifying surge of crimson mana into the blade, forcing the metal to hold together through sheer will. The kinetic energy of her descent transferred directly through the spear and into Vane's arms.
CRACK.
