Grey's wings unfolded wider, the feathers glowing like molten stone wrapped in holy light. Kael answered by cracking his knuckles, blue lightning and voidstream rippling off his body in chaotic waves. The air between them distorted, but sector 3 didn't even tremble—this zone was built to withstand calamities far stronger than them.

"Terra Halo: Tremor Crown!" Grey stomped once, and a golden-brown ripple expanded outward—but instead of shaking the ground, it gathered all the gravity into a floating crown of compressed earth-energy above his head. His speed shot up again as the crown fed power into his wing-suit.

Kael grinned.

"Alright, angel… try this."

He vanished with a violent burst of Speedforce, then reappeared behind Grey, elbowing at his spine.

Grey pivoted instantly—"Angelic Guard: Prism Shell!"—and a crystalline earth-light shield formed around him. Kael's elbow hit it, sending cracks spiderwebbing through the Prism Shell… but not breaking it.

Kael smirked.

"Nice. Now break mine."

He flicked his fingers—

X-Shards spiraled, merging into a rotating gear-like ring behind him.

"Cyclonic Divide—First Gear!"

He dashed forward, the gear slicing the air, but Grey met him head-on, sword blazing with divine radiance and black-earth ore.

The clash birthed a silent explosion—no sound, no tremor—because sector 3 absorbed it like nothing.

Both were pushed back several meters.

Auden and his group swallowed nervously.

"Grey is… actually being pushed?"

"No… Kael too… they're even!? How!?"

The girl shook her head. "This is insane. Their battle sense is unreal."

Grey's eyes narrowed, and he raised his sword high.

"Geo-Seraph Style: Heavenly Descent — Fragmentfall!"

Dozens of floating blades made of earth-light formed around him and rained down like divine meteors.

Kael created a circular motion with his hand—his yellow eyes flashing—

"Speedforce Art: Infinite Coil Loop!"

A spiraling loop of lightning formed around him, each meteor-blade slowing down the moment it touched the ring's edge. Then—

BOOM!

Kael reversed the loop's rotation, sending every trapped meteor blade right back at Grey at double speed.

Grey slashed through the returning blades, shattering them but taking one glancing hit on his shoulder. Golden blood flicked out.

Kael blinked.

"Oh? You bleed gold too? Fancy."

Grey wiped the glowing blood away, unfazed.

"So do all angels. You'll see yours soon."

Kael raised a brow. "Cute confidence."

Kael snapped his fingers—

"X-Shard Style: Gear Fusion — Wheel of Nyx!"

All twelve shards merged into a pitch-black rotating wheel behind him, filled with flickering starlight and voidstream. The moment it finished forming, even Auden's group felt their knees tremble.

Grey's suit flared all white—warning mode.

"Everyone, move back!" Auden barked.

But Grey didn't retreat. He burst toward Kael, wings trailing holy dust.

Kael grinned.

"You rushed in? I like you."

The Wheel of Nyx rotated—

A single cut of shadow-soaked energy slashed out.

Grey crossed his sword and wings—

"Angel's Citadel—Full Bulwark!"

The slash collided with the Bulwark, sending both flying backward—Kael skidding through the air, Grey plummeting into the sky, both stabilized instantly.

Still no damage to sector 3.

Grey inhaled. "Kael… you're ridiculous."

Kael shrugged. "Likewise."

Grey's wings folded inward, then burst outward with a shock of divine power.

"Earth Angel Mode: Seraphic Core Unsealing — 1%"

His aura changed completely—like a planet wrapped in sunlight.

Auden gasped. "He's serious!"

Kael felt the gravity spike again—heavy but thrilling.

Grey's sword hummed.

"Your turn to struggle."

He disappeared.

Kael's eyes glowed fully yellow. Speedforce lines ran across his skin.

"Bring it."

Grey reappeared inside Kael's guard—first slash, second slash, third slash—each one aimed to cripple, each one perfect.

Kael blocked with one shard.

Two shards.

Nine shards.

The last slash carved a small line across Kael's cheek—drawing a single thread of blue lightning instead of blood.

Kael touched it and laughed.

"Oh… you finally tagged me. Good."

Kael's Speedforce roared, turning the air into vibrating gold currents.

Grey's Seraphic Core glowed brighter, turning his wings into blazing sculptures of earth-light.

Then they clashed in pure melee.

Punch for slash.

Kick for wing-strike.

Shards for meteors.

Voidstream for holy earthlight.

Neither backing down.

Neither gaining ground.

Every collision sent a pulse through the air like a planet's heartbeat… but sector 3 still stood untouched, not a single leaf disturbed.

Both fighters were smiling now.

Kael: "This is fun."

Grey: "This is war."

Both stepped back at the same time.

Both breathing harder, but eyes burning even hotter.

The Wheel of Nyx floated behind Kael, rotating slower now but deeper, darker—ready for a second phase.

Grey lifted his sword, and the halo crown above him condensed into a sharper, more terrifying shape—the Terra Halo entering its second form.

Auden trembled.

"This fight… isn't even halfway done, is it?"

The girl bit her lip.

"Not even close."

Kael rolled his shoulders.

"Round two?"

Grey pointed the sword at him.

"Until one of us falls. I will prove that light is better than speedforce."

The two vanished again—

their next clash incoming…

Grey's wings flared wide—white metal turning gold at the edges—before he stomped the ground. The gravity in sector 3 shuddered for a heartbeat, then bent toward him like an obedient beast.

"Gravitas Halo."

A translucent ring of earthen light spun behind him, multiplying his force with every motion.

Kael's hair whipped violently as the pressure surged. "Oh… fancy."

His eyes brightened, yellow arcs dancing. "Try this."

FWASH!

A hundred X-shards burst out of his back like a supernova—sleek, metallic, orbiting him in perfect chaotic harmony. They spun so fast they hummed, and the air sizzled from the friction alone.

Grey's pupils shrank. A hundred?

Even Auden's group flinched.

Kael snapped his fingers.

"Scatterstorm."

The shards didn't fly—they erupted, streaking in unpredictable curves, bouncing and redirecting off each other like a storm of ricocheting lightning bolts. Grey's wings folded around him as a shield, every shard that hit ringing like a bell struck by thunder.

Grey swung his sword, releasing a slash of condensed gravity.

"Angelic Rift: Stonefall Arc!"

The slash wasn't just a blade; it condensed the weight of a mountain into a thin line, bending space as it flew.

Kael bent backward unnaturally, the attack grazing past his throat.

He sprang up and kicked the slash back—redirecting it—with the speedforce flaring around his leg.

Grey's eyes widened. The reflected attack hit him full-force and dragged him backward across the air.

But he didn't crash.

He stopped himself mid-air with a beat of his wings and smirked.

"Not bad."

The earth below cracked—but only a hairline fracture. Sector 3 remained untouched, its ancient foundations refusing to break.

Grey raised his hand.

Pebbles rose. Then rocks. Then entire floating boulders covered in angelic script.

"Terra Choir."

They rotated around him in a controlled orbit, each one humming with holy resonance.

Kael tilted his head. "You sing now?"

"They're not for singing."

Grey vanished.

Instantly he was in front of Kael, boulder-fists raining down like divine meteorites. Kael blocked, dodged, weaved—each blow heavier than the last. His feet skidded backward through the air, leaving streaks of golden sparks.

Kael grinned.

"Let's make it interesting."

He layered speedforce around his fists—yellow aura becoming neon and unstable—then punched forward.

BOOOOOM.

The collision lit up the sky like a second sun. Sector 3 didn't budge; instead, the shockwave got swallowed by invisible barriers naturally built into the zone for millions of years.

Grey slid back across the air, armor cracked at the chest.

Kael's knuckles bled from the weight behind Grey's punch.

They stared at each other.

Both suddenly laughed.

Then both vanished.

Their next clashes happened faster than echo—only streaks of gold and brown could be seen, only their impacts felt as rhythmic pulses.

BAM!

CRACK!

DOOM!

WHOOOSH!

A hundred shards weaved between them like serpents, attacking, defending, intercepting.

The Terra Choir boulders responded in kind—blocking, shattering, reforming instantly.

Kael transformed his speedforce into threads of vibrating light.

Grey turned his gravity into crystalline cubes that folded space.

Kael flicked his fingers.

Ten shards fused, becoming a single blade of vibrating metal.

Grey answered by merging his floating boulders into a massive stone-seraph with four wings of gravity.

The stone seraph punched.

Kael's shard-blade cleaved the air.

Each impact detonated the sky.

Yet…

Sector 3 remained calm, untouched, as if saying: Fight. You two aren't strong enough to scratch me.

Kael vaulted off the seraph's shoulder, flipping mid-air.

Grey soared upward, sword shining like a newborn star.

Both prepared another technique—

But paused as their auras flared, each gathering power far beyond the earlier stages.

The real fight was just beginning.

Grey's wings pulsed. The air boomed as his Terrasteel Domain thickened and twisted, folding into a second layer — a phenomenon only top angels could achieve. A faint golden-brown glow wrapped the ground, fusing light with compressed earth essence until the space trembled around them like a waking giant.

Kael felt the shift immediately.

"Oh? Another one? Fancy."

Grey didn't answer. The moment the second domain settled, his figure vanished. Not simple speed — space-stepping, using compressed earth to bend short distances. His sword appeared beside Kael's ribs, cutting out a glowing arc meant to slice through both body and soul.

Kael's hand flickered, intercepting the blade with the flat of his palm. Sparks and lightning-like cracks snapped outward, twisting into spirals as 100 X-shards split into ten rings and spun around him like orbiting stars.

Grey surged forward, and Kael met him — both moving too fast for the others to even track.

Each shard fired out like a railgun blast, but Grey's dual domain made the very space around him dense. The shards slowed the moment they entered it, forcing Kael to push more strength, more finesse.

Grey thrust his hand out, and the earth beneath Kael detonated upward in a pillar of crystalized stone, trying to crush him between domain pressure and physical force.

Kael blurred past it with a lazy whistle.

"Nice trick. Try harder."

Grey's eyes glowed. He took that personally.

A circular seal of light appeared above him — Angelic Judgement: Terra Choir — and a rain of razor-like stone feathers descended, each feather infused with divine light. They weren't explosive; they were precise, cutting through layers of Kael's afterimages and slicing empty space.

Kael laughed.

"Perfect."

His 100 shards formed a massive spiraling drill of violet energy. He spun it once and launched upward, piercing through the barrage like a comet, shattering hundreds of feathers in his wake. Grey met him mid-air, sword coated now with both domains — sharper, heavier, faster.

Their clash erupted in a shockwave that made the nearby trees sway — but none broke. Even sector 3's reinforced environment refused to yield.

Grey's voice echoed through his domains:

"You aren't using a domain… why?"

Kael kicked him square in the chest. Grey's armor absorbed it but sent him skidding back hundreds of meters, carving a clean line across the ground.

"Because," Kael said, rubbing his neck, "I'm bored. And if I use one, this'll end too fast."

Grey's wings snapped open again — now layered with stone plates and streaks of holy flame. He released another technique, voice echoing like a decree:

"Sanctified Earth — Heaven-Rooted Titan Form."

Roots of golden stone erupted, wrapping around his legs, waist, arms, forming a massive exoskeletal construct that made him twice as tall. Light poured from the cracks, and the gravity in the area multiplied again until even the stones shook.

Kael grinned.

"Ohhh, now you're trying."

He shot forward. Grey's titan-sized arm swung, each punch carrying the weight of a falling mountain and the speed of a thunder strike. Kael weaved between them, each dodge shaving hairs off his jacket.

Another punch came — and Kael planted a single finger on it, stopping it mid-air.

Grey's eyes widened.

Then Kael flicked the titan-arm, sending Grey tumbling backward through several kilometers of terrain. The earth cracked — but didn't collapse.

Grey rose at once, wings blazing stronger. His second domain flared violently, pressing the land down like a divine command.

"Kael," he growled, "activate your domain. I refuse to believe you're matching two of mine barehanded."

Kael rolled his shoulders, lightning crackling beneath his skin.

"Believe it."

All 100 shards surged forward again, each charged to their limit. Some morphed into spears, some into swords, some into rotating wheels of pure destructive energy. Together they formed a storm — a storm that even Grey's dual domain struggled to push back.

Grey didn't yield. He stomped the ground.

Pillars of divine stone erupted upward.

Kael's shards shattered them.

Grey swung his sword.

Kael weaved past the blade, countering with a kick that cracked the air.

Grey's wings flared, spitting out beams of condensed earthlight.

Kael deflected them with flicks of his fingers.

Neither backed down.

Neither had the advantage.

The others watching couldn't comprehend how both fighters were still standing.

Grey inhaled, domains surging to their maximum.

Kael tightened his gloves, eyes sparking yellow under the curtain of hair.

"Alright," Kael murmured. "If you wanna get serious…"

He vanished — not speed, but disappearance, slipping beyond Grey's senses.

Grey gritted his teeth.

"So he's finally—"

A voice whispered behind his ear.

"Nope. Still no domain."

Grey swung— too late.

Kael's punch collided with Grey's armored chest, creating a crater in the ground and blasting both of them backward in opposite directions, tearing through the environment like meteors.

Still equal.

Still far from finished.

"Round two," Kael called from the settling dust, "or are you finally getting tired?"

Grey rose again, wings spreading, domains still burning.

"Tired?" He smirked. "I've only just begun."

The ground shook as the next exchange started — even more violent, even more intense, neither willing to back down, both escalating with every breath.

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