The battlefield roared.
A blazing comet of fury collides with an ancient blade that sliced through the fabric of time.
Morgana, wrapped in a tempest of dark fire, lunged again. Her movements blurred like a meteor streaking across the void, every swipe of her claws leaving molten trails that scorched through the battlefield domain. Flames curled around her limbs, fanned by bursts of Khaos energy that flared with every breath.
Kronos matched her, scythe swinging in elegant arcs, each strike precise, each parry timed to perfection. His boots never quite touched the ground, gliding instead on a ripple of temporal distortion, time flowing around him like a cloak. He used short bursts of acceleration, shimmered in and out of existence, splitting off and merging again, fighting on multiple timeframes.
Thunderous explosions rang out as the two figures exchanged blow after devastating blow.
The crowd could barely keep up. Even the Magus-level spectators were stunned.
