The Start of the Final Third Trial Battle, Chosen VS Aphex
After [Meteor Crash] forced Aphex down, leaving a massive crater in its wake, the Apostle groaned as he pushed himself to his feet.
The jagged edges of the meteor's fiery aftermath glowed faintly, casting an ominous light over the battlefield.
Dust and debris lingered in the air, mingling with the thick tension.
After all... it was only Aphex and Stark remaining now.
"You little..." Aphex's voice dripped with venom, his silver hair streaked with soot as his eyes burned with raw fury. "You still had tricks you never used?!"
Stark, standing at the edge of the crater, remained silent.
His body tensed as he kept his eyes locked on Aphex, gauging his movements.
Though his face was stoic, his mind raced, analyzing every possible angle.
Aphex was faster, stronger, and more experienced, but Stark had something the Apostle didn't—unpredictability.
And also [Flow], allowing Stark to see Aphex's movements before they even came.