Chaos made the first move, his patience snapping like a dry twig.
From point-blank range, he unleashed a concentrated blast of raw chaos essence.
But Aegon was not merely a fighter; he was a living supercomputer.
Calculating the trajectory before the energy had even fully manifested, he tilted his head by a hair's breadth.
The blast whistled past his ear, singeing the air but leaving him untouched.
Aegon surged into the opening, his fist a blur as he aimed a thunderous punch directly at Chaos's abdomen.
Chaos, a seasoned veteran of countless battles, caught the slight twitch in Aegon's shoulder muscles.
He instinctively braced for a feint, certain that a mind as complex as Aegon's wouldn't lead with such a linear strike.
He was dead wrong.
Aegon wasn't playing a game of shadows; he delivered the blow with the full, devastating weight of the Chaos Physique.
