Aether watched his mother fight with breathtaking precision. Every movement she made was graceful, yet carried enough force to distort the empty space around her. Blinding flashes of light collided against the darkness as she exchanged blow after blow with the man before her.
It was magnificent.
Yet somehow, it made Aether frown.
'That kind of power… It's almost above Level 90.' His eyes narrowed as he carefully observed them.
Their powers seemed nearly identical.
Their movements, techniques, and even the timing of their attacks were so perfectly matched that it looked less like two people fighting and more like one existence fighting against itself.
The longer he watched, the more unsettled he became.
Which confused him even further…
'Was that… what he meant about being one?' he wondered as the battle accelerated.
Their figures became little more than streaks of reddish light and darkness, appearing and disappearing across the empty space with every collision.
