Adam did not waste the opportunity. The moment Anark's body was sent crashing through the ground, the First Curse Eater surged forward like a shooting star, his wings of radiant Order flaring behind him as he closed the distance in an instant. His intent was absolute—to press the advantage, to end the battle before the Lord of the Emptiness could recover.
But Anark was already rising.
The ground beneath him fractured as he forced himself upright, his mind still reeling from the devastating punch he had just endured. His vision swam, his thoughts lagging behind the pace of the battle, and for a brief, dangerous instant, his body could not respond.
Adam was already upon him.
Anark's eyes widened as the incoming strike approached, carrying enough power to crush what little stability he had left. He had no time to reposition, no time to counter.
Yet at the final moment—
The ten suns orbiting his forehead flared.
