The ground shattered.
The flames scattered.
It was a high-speed battle, unfolding in what was once known as the depths of the ocean.
Now—
An empty land.
Untouched by water or fire, driven away by the overwhelming aura unleashed by the two combatants.
Both were fast.
But the balance was clearly tilted.
Gripping Amon by the face, Frey dragged him across the ground, carving a new trench through sheer force.
Amon's flesh and skin tore apart under the friction, shredding violently—
Yet he endured.
With a sudden counter, he struck, forcing Frey's grip away.
Frey blocked the attack ...
And instantly severed Amon's arm.
Amon gathered all his strength into his remaining hand, unleashing a thunderous, instantaneous punch.
Frey met it with the back of the Dark Sister—
But the impact forced him to step back.
That brief opening allowed Amon to breathe ... And regenerate his severed arm.
A mistake.
Moments later ... A roaring bolt of black lightning struck him.
