The gazes of the King of Genesis and the King of Eternity narrowed to their extremes.
At one instant, Ozeroth and Noctis had been conversing at the peak of a large tree, and in the next, they dealt lethal blows to two of the Zorvans' strongest?
Their eyes shot to the sides, about to counterattack, only to widen a heartbeat later.
They were gone.
Their abyssal black gazes frantically darted around, searching, only for their instincts to scream at them like a blaring horn.
It felt like the cold breath of death had just washed over their bodies.
Their gazes fell.
A blinding flash of violet and white filled their eyes.
A massive hammer of deep purple blinked into existence beneath the King of Eternity, ascending toward his chin with such force that the air violently whipped around it in droves.