As he turned, the world erupted in a cascade of light, a blinding brilliance that threatened to strip his very vision from him. In that heartbeat, his surroundings transformed, unveiling a realm that defied comprehension. From the maelstrom of light, a figure emerged—resplendent, majestic—an embodiment of the cosmos, alive with creation; The Creator.

Vin's attack was raw power, a brutal dance of steel, but Velance's strategy was precision. He used the neonite blasts to control the space, forcing Vin into defensive maneuvers, creating openings for more shots. The fight was a chaotic ballet of flashing energy and deadly steel, a deadly game of cat and mouse played at breakneck speed.