Inside the Star Fortress, the battle between Curze and Corax continued.
Two dark figures intertwined, collided, and separated in the narrow corridor, moving at a dizzying speed.
They had been fighting for some time, but neither had won.
Not because they were evenly matched, but because their abilities happened to counter each other.
Curze could foresee the future. He saw every move Corax would make, every attack, every dodge.
Corax, meanwhile, could determine cause and effect. He twisted time and changed what had already happened, rendering Curze's predictions false.
Curze's foresight and Corax's control over causality intertwined, creating a battle beyond conventional limits.
Every exchange contained countless possibilities, every collision rewrote a predetermined fate.
Curze tried to pin down Corax's movements through foresight, while Corax distorted causality to break his predictions.
Corax slipped into the shadows.
His body instantly dissolved into insubstantial darkness, merging with the shadows on the corridor floor and vanishing without a trace.
His aura, his presence, every trace of him disappeared, as though he had never existed.
Curze became shadow.
Rather than search for Corax, he merged his own body into the shadows and pursued him within the same dimension.
In the world of shadows, there was no light, no sound, only pure consciousness colliding and fighting in the darkness.
Their forms grappled in the shadows, appearing and disappearing as they shifted between reality and nothingness.
"Curze, I'll kill you," Corax's voice came from the shadows.
"Then I'll kill your adoptive mother. The woman who picked you out of a garbage heap on Nostramo, the woman who taught you what justice meant, the woman who made you what you are today."
"Finally, I'll stitch your skin to hers, so you can never be separated."
"Then you can stay by her side forever. Isn't that what you've