Golden claws that cut through reality itself, and flames that eviscerated everything their master deemed unworthy of continued existence, were accompanied by the serpentine hunger of a hundred maws taking chunks from the chaos and its queen alike.
All of it met the maddening assault of impossible attacks, mind-bending nightmares, and horrors that had no names because they had no stable shapes long enough to earn them.
The physical battle and the battle of souls ran in parallel with equal intensity, each wound suffered in flesh matched by a corresponding disfiguration at the level of the soul beneath it, the damage compounding across both planes simultaneously.
It felt like an hour.
Yet, not even a full minute had elapsed since the two Sin Generals had unleashed the skills that truly defined what they were, and in that fraction of time, things had taken a genuinely drastic turn for everyone present.
