The clash between Kyle and Moras shook the inner sanctum with terrifying force.
Every time their blades met, ripples of divine and mortal energy surged outward, tearing into the marble pillars and ornate walls of the temple. Statues shattered. The roof groaned under pressure. Sacred murals depicting Moras's glory blackened and cracked under the energy recoil.
Neither held back.
Moras, now fully awakened within the boy's body, moved with unsettling speed and precision.
Its strikes carried divine wrath, sharp and unrelenting, as though the very concept of resistance was an insult it would punish.
But Kyle was different. He met every strike head-on, absorbing the force, countering with strength sharpened by trial, pain, and something far deeper than godhood—resolve.
Outside the heart of the battle, Bruce and Melissa finally reached the top of the ruined stairs.
