"YOU INTERRUPT THE RISE OF ASCENSION. NOW YOU FACE IT'S WRATH"
Rhea snorted, flames licking higher around her.
"Shut it, nudist. Nobody's buying your god complex."
They launched into battle, and the fight turned savage.
SuperGale moved like a jet engine with a mind, slicing through the warehouse at sonic speeds.
Beams shattered, concrete slabs lifted, and the air itself turned to razors, slashing at Rhea's suit and Freya's ice barriers.
Freya wove walls of frost to redirect and slow the assault, each one splintering under SuperGale's relentless force.
Rhea countered with explosive fireballs, aiming to superheat the oxygen around SuperGale and force them to combust, but the wind armor dispersed her flames like smoke.
They were losing ground—fast.
"They're adapting too quick!" Rhea shouted, pinned against a wall by a crushing wave of wind-pressure, her flames flickering under the strain.
