Put your heart into it!!

The world around them was nothing but wreckage now.

The spirit realm, once a kaleidoscope of ethereal landscapes, had been reduced to a shattered wasteland. The ground—if it could still be called that—was fractured into floating islands of debris. The air itself seemed wounded, torn and bleeding with spectral energy that flickered like dying stars.

Neither combatant noticed.

Neither cared.

Blake's body was hardly recognizable as human anymore. His form had become a writhing mass of burning blood and molten flesh, constantly shifting, constantly breaking and remaking itself. What remained of his face was stretched in a permanent rictus of pain and fury.

Nemesis circled him, its body a sinuous shadow that occasionally solidified just enough to strike. Its elongated limbs twisted at impossible angles, sometimes splitting into dozens of tendrils, sometimes condensing into hammer-like fists that could shatter mountains.