Crack! Boom! Wham!
Each blow was like a cannon going off. Every clash sent sparks flying. The space around them twisted violently, cracking under the constant shockwaves of their collision.
Max growled, his fists moving like golden comets—one punch aimed at the chest, another at the ribs, then a spinning kick with enough force to collapse a small mountain. The demonic being took it all without flinching, countering with brutal swipes, knee strikes, and clawed slashes that tried to tear through Max's golden defense.
Flesh met flesh. Gold met black. Human met monster.
They didn't speak. They didn't think. In that moment, only fists mattered.
But as Max clashed again and again with the demonic being, something deeply unsettling began to gnaw at him—its attacks were getting stronger. Each punch, each strike, felt heavier than the last, more refined, more precise, as if the creature were awakening further with every passing second. And then—
Bang!
