The very ground beneath Adam's feet shuddered with the force of his presence, as if nature itself bowed to the overwhelming power radiating from him.
His golden aura flared brighter than ever before, casting a brilliant light across the battlefield that rivaled the midday sun.
Every step he took resonated with a deep, rumbling intensity, the pressure of his being so immense that it sent fissures and cracks snaking through the earth below.
Adam's breathing was measured and calm—a stark contrast to the chaotic energy that pulsed around him. It was as though time had slowed in recognition of the raw power he now wielded.
Opposite him stood Cain, whose usually unyielding demeanor had shifted. The gravity wielder, long convinced of his own invincibility, now found himself gripped by an unsettling uncertainty.
His narrowed eyes, once filled with unchallenged confidence, betrayed a flicker of doubt at the sight of Adam stepping forward.
