On the island of flesh.
Two hands stretched out like towers, gathering and transforming into fleshly curved blades.
Alka stood in the sky, the icy stone platform beneath his feet and the seawater floating behind him sprouted identical fists.
Then the fists turned into solid blocks of ice, clashing against the fleshly blades below.
Like mountains colliding.
Moving forward to clash with the dual flesh blades.
The powerful energy and the reaction it wrapped around produced a cracking sound in the surroundings.
Cracks in space appeared one after another.
Large amounts of seawater dissipated along the spatial cracks.
The coldness on the fists spread onto the flesh.
While the fleshly strands on the blades were extending into the seawater, even attempting to transform the seawater into the pus within the flesh.
Alka immediately transformed the seawater behind him and on the twin spring arms into ice blocks.
