The world around them blurred light clashing with darkness in endless rhythm. Screams echoed. Fire raged. Frost cracked. Electricity hissed.
But at the center of the storm, two figures stood still. Locked in a moment no one else could interrupt.
Solarius's aura shimmered like a cracked prism, bending radiant beams around his form.
Crow's shadows pulsed like a living heart, coiling around his limbs like smoke with teeth.
They stood across from each other, brothers not by blood, but by something deeper.
By origin.
By choice.
By fate.
And then…
Their thoughts pierced the silence.
Voices spoken through raw energy. Only they could hear.
….
Crow's voice echoed inside Solarius's head, not with rage, but something deeper.
Worn. Quiet. Almost broken.
"You're weakening, Solarius."
Solarius narrowed his eyes. His light shimmered in pulses.
"You're really still this deep into character?"
Crow's lips twitched—not quite a smile.
