I was Drafted Into a War as the Only Human

The black blade of Adgrun's great axe whistled through the air—and missed.

It struck the obsidian ground with a thunderous CRACK, igniting a violent eruption of flame that exploded outward in a wave of incandescent orange. The shockwave shook the battlefield as molten stone burst skyward, casting flickers of red light across the scorched plains.

Adgrun rose from the flames like a demon from the pit, fire erupting from every pore of his muscular frame. His molten veins glowed through crimson scales, smoke trailing from his mouth as he exhaled raw heat. His very presence warped the air around him.

Across from him danced Izzox, a blur of blinding gold. Light radiated from his every movement—his form ethereal, his eyes twin suns. Where Adgrun looked forged from brimstone, Izzox glimmered like a heavenly spirit descending from the clouds.

The two titans clashed not with fists, but with essence—fire and light colliding in bursts of elemental fury.

Izzox circled Adgrun in rapid, staccato bursts of yellow energy, teleporting in flashes of brilliance. He never stayed in one place long enough to be caught. From every angle, his gleaming sword sent precise beams of concentrated light slicing toward his fiery opponent.

Adgrun grunted, teeth bared as he turned and twisted to dodge. One beam hissed past his ribs, another grazed his shoulder. He swatted at one directly ahead, then spun mid-step to narrowly avoid another aimed at his back.

"They move as fast as him," Adgrun growled inwardly, eyes blazing. "And he's launching multiple at once..."

He was on the defensive, and he hated it.

"I wanted to help at the cliff, but this bastard's keeping me locked down."

The blur of light surged again, looping just beyond the radius of Adgrun's fireburst. Izzox never crossed into close range—unless he had a clean strike. He was baiting Adgrun and toying with him.