The first impact shattered the horizon.

Evelyn’s strike was pure light—focused, disciplined—while Doran countered with a burst of structured code, crystalline threads weaving into barriers that glittered like fractured glass. Every time their energies met, the entire layer convulsed, rewriting itself mid-frame to accommodate forces that should not coexist.

They weren’t just fighting each other. They were fighting for definition.

The Echo screamed around them, its architecture melting ...