Boom—!
A deafening roar split the sky. Fairyharbor Island shook as if the world itself were about to crack open.
Where the golden sword-light slammed into the massive palm, a blinding brilliance erupted—bright as the sun, forcing everyone to shield their eyes.
The shockwave rolled out like a tidal wave. Towering trees were ripped up by their roots; shattered rocks and splintered branches rained down. The ground itself split into jagged chasms.
Tristan, Matthias, and Nathaniel were hurled backwards, crashing hard into the earth. A metallic tang rose in their throats before they spat blood.
Ignoring the pain, they forced themselves to look up.
High above, the golden sword-light and the giant palm locked in deadlock, gold and white intertwining with a “sizzling” hiss as each force devoured the other.