The middle stretch of that hellish engagement stretched on for nearly six minutes of unrelenting, bone-crushing contact. It didn't feel like a fight anymore; it felt like two fundamental forces of nature trying to annihilate one another.
The battle moved through phases, shifting from tactical probing to raw, unbridled slaughter, the way a conversation might shift from polite inquiry to screaming accusations.
It began as a test of physics. Both men sought to understand what this new, impossible space would permit, and the domain Rex's own creation was terrifyingly accommodating.
Within the first thirty seconds, Rex discovered that he didn't need to work to manipulate the local gravity; he simply had to will it.
The violet-black floor would rise like a liquid wave to meet his feet if he needed leverage; the very air would thicken into a solid mass if he needed something to brace against. The environment wasn't just a stage; it was an extension of his own nervous system.
