Ghost on the highway
And then—he split.
From the wreckage, a smaller, humanoid figure emerged, molten energy flickering in patches. Bishop’s voice was still malevolent but now quieter, desperate.
“You… you think this ends here?”
Riven’s eyes burnt with determination. “It ends when you’re gone. Now. Choose: surrender… or be destroyed.”
Bishop lunged one last time, a concentrated strike of molten-black and gold energy, aimed directly at Riven. But Riven raised the crown key, channelling all Meridian’s energy. A surge of pure, controlled power erupted, meeting Bishop’s strike head-on.
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