Primus moved to meet him, a punch aimed straight for Nolan's face—but Nolan dodged with precise timing, his body bending impossibly fast.
That's when he saw it—Primus' left hand, wreathed in dark corruption energy, pulsating with that lethal, erasing power.
The moment the corrupted hand came down toward his face, Nolan's instincts screamed.
Time froze.
Every molecule around him halted. Dust hung midair. Fire beams from the heavenly beasts paused in motion. Only Nolan and Primus moved, existing outside the flow of reality itself.
Primus grinned through the frozen chaos. The dark energy in his hand shimmered, attempting to tear through Nolan's temporal shield.
But Nolan thought faster. He twisted his body, warping through the frozen time. Primus' hand smashed down—and missed.
Time resumed, and the battlefield erupted once again. Beams of energy and flashes of molten lava lit the sky as both warriors collided midair, exchanging blow after blow.
