The storm howled around me as I charged, ice and divine fire trailing in my wake. Moonworth met me head-on, a monstrous silhouette against the corrupted sky, his golden eyes burning with twisted exhilaration. The ground cracked beneath our feet as we collided, magic against magic, raw power clashing in an explosion that sent shockwaves across the battlefield.
I didn’t hesitate. I couldn’t.
Every instinct screamed that this was my only chance. My muscles burned as I drove forward, ice-blades reforging in my hands even as they shattered against his defenses. He twisted through reality, flickering in and out of existence, but I was no longer the same fighter I’d been minutes ago. I felt him now, not just as a threat, but as a wound in the world itself—a rupture of necrotic energy that neede
