Destruction

The Black Sun was one of the only moves that had to be neutralized—it could not be dodged, evaded, or outmaneuvered, because its ridiculous blast radius ensured that anything caught within miles of its detonation would be incinerated to nothingness.

It was simply impossible to escape it's range unscathed, which was why confronting it was the only option.

Anos and Drogo both knew this instantly.

There was no time for hesitation.

No time to consider alternative strategies.

The attack had already been unleashed, and in mere seconds, it would consume them both.

Drogo's mind raced. The Black Sun was his creation, but he had never once needed to block it before.

The very idea of countering it was absurd—it was a move meant to end battles, not something one could survive head-on.

For the first time in his existence, he found himself in an unfamiliar position—one where he was not the one wielding the Black Sun, but the one facing it.