The eighteen minutes that followed were not a fight; they were a descent into a primal, visceral madness.
The battlefield had become a charnel house of divine proportions. The air was no longer oxygen; it was a thick, choking soup of pulverized stone, ionized mana, and the heavy, metallic scent of spilled blood.
Every second was a symphony of violence.
CRACK! THUD!
Rex's arm had been snapped clean at the elbow by a concentrated gravitational shear, the white jagged bone tearing through his tanned skin in a spray of crimson, only for the [Infinite Regeneration] to force the marrow to knit back together with a sickening, wet "SLURP POP!"
Valentina was not spared the brutality. A lunge from Rex, fueled by a chaotic fusion of lightning and earth, had caught her mid-air, her ribs shattering with a sound like a collapsing wooden hull, "KRA KRA KRAK!" sending shards of bone into her lungs.
