Leo began to compress Konstantine's skull. The sorcerer felt his temporal bones cracking, the pressure threatening to explode his eyeballs. In a final gesture of survival, Konstantine injected the entirety of his remaining mana into a frequency rupture Mudra directly against the God's plexus.
The explosion was so violent that it hurled both adversaries in opposite directions, sweeping away the last vestiges of Solaris's throne in a whirlwind of stellar dust.
Konstantine collapsed at the edge of the sanctuary's cosmic precipice, his body now nothing but a broken carcass, but his gaze remained fixed on the Sun God. He was on the verge of death, every fiber of his being screaming for surrender, but The Wizard of the Constellation had no intention of fading without biting the hand that crushed him.
Leo stood up, his torso marked by a slight burn from the last attack, his amber gaze now burning with sincere hatred.
