Space… was no longer an environment. It looked like a broken surface, layered, cracked, and on the verge of complete collapse.
Varnos and Alaric stood facing each other, not as two humans… but as two centers of gravity that were bending the laws around them.
Both of them were at the peak of their power, and Varnos could now fight without any restrictions. The limitations caused by that damn serum were completely gone.
He could really feel freedom. That posion had felt like a hand constantly gripping his throat and trying to choke him.
Now that the poison was gone, it was as if that hand had disappeared. He could breathe freely and use his full power.
The moment their gazes locked, the battle began. There was no extra movement.
Space broke because of their presence, and Varnos was the first to move. Now that he could finally fight, he couldn't let the flow of the battle slip out of his control.
As long as he could control the battle, he could suppress his enemy.
