White Star vs. Black Star [2]

The Black Star Lord stood in the midst of warriors, his red eyes flickering with mild amusement. The top forces of the Avengers—peak 3-star elites—had formed a tight perimeter around him, their weapons drawn, their auras sharp with killing intent.

Yet, he merely scoffed.

"If you think you can stop me…" his voice was slow, condescending, laced with an eerie calm. "You are gravely mistaken."

A sigh followed as he shook his head in disappointment. "I expected more from you, Sia."

Then, with a simple flick of his fingers—

Darkness erupted.

Tendrils of shadow surged from beneath him, lunging at his enemies like ravenous serpents. They coiled, twisted, and struck—

But never landed.

Instead, the dark tendrils evaporated on impact or bounced back, recoiling as if striking an invisible wall.

The Black Star Lord's eyes narrowed slightly.