Chapter 95: Hollow World (4)

A tremor ran through the air, not a sound, not a movement.. just the crushing weight of existence buckling beneath two presences.

The loose camp open field, or whatever remained of it, was no longer a place of mere battle. It had become something else, a domain on the edge of annihilation, where the world itself seemed uncertain whether it could bear witness to what stood within it.

Agon and Haran.

Their auras alone had already begun unraveling, ripping the space around them.

The mist that clung to Agon twisted violently, lashing outward, distorting the very dense air. The earth beneath him darkened as if the soil itself had begun decaying under his presence.

Haran stood in opposition, his body exuding an oppressive, fluid force. The atmosphere around him rippled, shifting unnaturally, as if existence itself was bending to accommodate him. His deep brown eyes gleamed in the dim light, madness flickering just beneath the surface.