The rooftop cracked beneath their feet.
Crow surged forward, shadow blades curling around his arms like demonic gauntlets. Solarius countered, channeling his light into a radiant spear of solar energy.
Clash.
Blades of night met spear of dawn.
Each strike was an echo of their shared past.
Every punch, every blast, every scream—it wasn't just a battle. It was grief. It was guilt. It
was love warped into vengeance.
Crow ducked low, summoning a tendril of darkness that rose like a cobra, hissing and ready. Solarius pivoted mid-air, blasted it apart with a focused beam—then slammed his heel into Crow's back.
Crow stumbled but twisted mid-fall—firing a burst of black lightning straight into Solarius's chest.
"AGHH—!!"
The light cracked.
Solarius crashed into a broken pillar. Dust scattered.
Crow approached. Breathing heavy. Laughing low.
"See? You're tired. You always held back."
