The green aura from the Govark's body stretched high into the sky, blotting out the sun and casting a suffocating darkness over the island. Yet Nate stood there, completely unfazed, as if the Govark's intimidation meant nothing to him. Flames flickered wildly across his body, swirling hotter and brighter than before.
Without waiting for anyone's reaction, Nate blasted into the air, leaving streaks of fire behind him. The Govark roared, and the two forces collided mid-air with a violent shockwave that rattled the island. Everyone watching shielded their eyes from the blinding light, but when the dust settled, there was an audible gasp.
Nate had been pushed back.
He skidded through the air but managed to stabilize himself mid-flight, landing on the ground with a calm, controlled grace. His foot barely scraped the dirt as he straightened up like nothing happened, flames still wrapping around his fists.
From behind, Alice squinted, noticing something off.
