"How many more clashes do you think this world can handle?!" the other me screamed, her voice burning with pure rage as it tore from my mouth. "It's already broken, and you're the reason for it! You thief! You could have just created a new world, yet instead, you chose to rob someone else of their home for your own selfish gain! Now what?! If I destroy this place, what will you do?! Tell me! _____!"
Her fury seared through me, an unrelenting storm that demanded release. Each strike she unleashed was merciless, and whenever the Creator dodged, the earth itself trembled beneath the aftermath. Jagged fissures tore across the landscape, explosions erupting like violent geysers and leaving behind deep scars in the world's surface. This kind of power... it wasn't just overwhelming — it was the kind that could erase everything in its path, the kind that swallowed the earth whole and reduced mountains to dust in mere moments.
