Physical and Mental Battle

The collision of dark and light matter sent ripples through the fabric of reality, distorting the very air around Judas and Catiline.

For a moment, time itself seemed to pause, the two titans suspended in a tableau of cosmic conflict.

Then, with a thunderous crack, they were propelled apart, each skidding to opposite ends of the arena.

Catiline recovered first, his wings of midnight unfurling to their full, imposing span.

With a thought, he launched himself skyward, dark matter coalescing around his fists like living gauntlets. "Is this the best you can muster, betrayer?" he taunted, his voice a discordant symphony that set teeth on edge. "I expected more from one touched by divinity!"

Judas rose slowly, his white aura pulsing with quiet intensity.