"I had always wanted to cross blades with a goddess."
The ground beneath Nathan's feet cracked as he pushed off, propelling himself forward like a missile launched from a collapsing star. Both of his blades shimmered with raw energy—one burning with divine legacy, the other exuding the unholy chill of the darkness. The sky above Alexandria remained torn and wounded, swirling with storm clouds laced with streaks of blue and black.
Sekhmet raised one hand.
A golden light ignited in the air before her, ancient and Egyptian in design. With a flick of her wrist, a barrage of sun-forged spears made of pure divine energy hurtled toward Nathan.
He barely had time to react.
The temperature around him plummeted in an instant. Massive ice spears erupted upward in defiance, colliding midair with the golden barrage. The clash sent shockwaves racing through the ruins of Alexandria, toppling weakened buildings and splintering the earth.
Steam burst out as ice and fire collided.
