The collision was instant and utterly cataclysmic.
Aurelia's flame-feathers struck the curtain with apocalyptic force, each blow erupting in bursts of rainbow fire and temporal lightning.
It was noted she hadn't drawn on any power, divinity, or anything beyond pure flame—something she could wield effortlessly as the Goddess of Flames.
So, when she saw the aftermath, she wasn't surprised.
The curtain of projections still stood firm.
It absorbed, shattered, and reflected the feathers in a dazzling, overwhelming display — countless blazing projectiles exploding harmlessly into glittering ash that rained down across the battlefield like dying stars.
The link-severing power dissolved uselessly against the infinite density of his projections.
When the storm of flames finally subsided, Netik opened his eyes once more.
He hovered untouched amid the falling embers, a cold, unshakable smirk playing across his lips.
