Powerful gusts of wind roared across the battlefield, howling through the broken land as the storm thickened.
Dust and fragments of earth rose into the air, spiraling chaotically.
Above it all, Verkaryon hovered high in the skies, his massive figure surrounded by dark clouds, the four corrupted wings behind him spread wide like a shadowy god of war.
In both of his hands, the long dark spears pulsed with corrupted eidra, flickering with sharp energy, ready to strike at any moment.
Down below, Jinn stood firm.
His sword pulsed with life, the blade crackling with both crimson and golden eidra, humming with power that shook the air around it.
His grip was steady.
He slowly raised the weapon and pointed it toward the sky, his body tensing as the whirring grew louder, the aura around the blade thickening with pressure.
Then, without any more warning, the duel began.
Verkaryon moved first.
*Bang!
