Snow tore from their summits in vast white torrents, descending upon the valleys below as cliffs split apart beneath the force of that singular cry. Elion instinctively raised an arm, only to remember that he possessed no flesh for the shockwave to strike.
'What in the world...?'
The other figure answered with a blow of his own.
A spear of incandescent light crossed the distance between them, striking the raised hand of its opponent with a detonation that consumed the sky.
Clouds vanished. The nearest peak disintegrated beneath the expanding radiance, its shattered remains hurled across the land in a storm of burning stone.
Elion stared in stunned awe.
These could not be Saints! At least, they could not be anything like the Saints he knew.
Kali's oppressive presence was commendable, overwhelming even... but even she seemed terribly distant from the beings before him.
