Reincarnated as a Flower, Fine then I'll bloom my own way

The sky was torn.

Above the crater, clouds churned like oceans of ink

The dust from their collision began to settle. From within the crater, two silhouettes stood—battered, burning with power, breathing like beasts. Yet still... grinning.

Shiro raised his hand. The dark aura around him pulsed, responding to his will. His body hovered slightly above the ground, feet no longer touching the earth. The wind roared around him like a hurricane. His voice was deep, otherworldly.

"I think now it’s time to stop playing."

Lunara didn’t answer. Her eyes narrowed, lips pressed together. She was waiting for what was comming next.

Dark sigils appeared in the air behind Shiro—twisting, spinning, ancient. They glowed with corrupt power, each one humming with a note of destruction.

Then he raised his arm—and the sky split open.

"Now see my strongest magic for the first and last time." Shiro said with a mocking tone

From the rift, a storm of dark energy spears rained down—each bolt like a missile. The land erupted beneath each impact, hills exploding, rivers boiling away into steam.

Lunara flew upward, dodging and weaving between the hellstorm. She extended her hands, petals of void energy circling her wrists. She launched a barrage of Void Arrows, sleek and sharp, countering Shiro’s spears mid-air. Each collision created a burst of raw force, causing the land below to warp and tremble.