A psychic pulse erupted around him. Space warped, forming a sphere of antigravity. Comets veered off course, smashing into the ground around him, carving craters that vaporized the desert. The shockwave made him stumble, but he held his ground. His eyes met Darius's, and for the first time, he saw a flicker of irritation in them.
Darius vanished. Not a quick dash—no, a pure teleportation, made possible by the absolute heat warping physical laws. Nero had no time to react. Darius's fist, wreathed in plasma, slammed into his side. The impact unleashed a sonic boom, and Nero was hurled across the crater, his body carving a trench through shattered glass.
He coughed, blood trickling from his lips.
'No question about it. I don't stand a chance. This isn't just a Deviant. Not even a monster. It's… a god.'
