Kaela and Mark were fighting almost entirely with their fists.
There were no elaborate abilities, complicated combinations, or sophisticated displays of mana. Their movements were surprisingly simple, almost like a brutal martial-arts exchange between two extraordinarily skilled fighters.
But there was absolutely nothing ordinary about the strength behind those movements.
Every punch carried enough force to destroy rows of walls. Every collision produced shockwaves, while every missed strike devastated whatever happened to be behind the intended target.
Elara watched as the two continued trading blows below her.
They looked like people, moved like people, and fought with techniques that resembled those of ordinary people. But there was nothing human about the force behind their movements.
They were monsters in human form.
