Chapter 45: War Part 36- Final Clash of the rivals
The blue flames radiating from Adgrun's body were hotter than the sun—scorching, unrelenting, divine in intensity. Every flicker of fire hissed like a beast starved for destruction.
Opposite him, Izzox stood cloaked in a pure and blinding light so bright it outshone the heavens. His divine aura pulsed in rhythm with his heart, bathing the battlefield in holy luminance.
Both warriors had transcended.
Their senses sharpened, their speed enhanced, and their strength multiplied tenfold—this was no longer just a battle. It was the end.
Adgrun stepped forward, azure fire pouring from every crack in his crimson-scaled body. The flames surged around him like living serpents, licking the air, burning the stone beneath his feet. He didn't walk—he marched like a demon ascending from the depths of hell.
Izzox moved too, silent and regal, the white light streaming from his body trailing like the robes of a celestial guardian. His every step left glowing footprints across the charred obsidian, each humming with divine energy. He looked like an angel sent to deliver judgment.
Between them stretched a vast crater of shattered obsidian, born from the devastation of their previous clash. Thousands of feet of scorched terrain separated them—yet it may as well have been inches.
They appeared calm.
But beneath that calm, Izzox's mind churned with ancient emotion.
'Adgrun... It's been a thousand years. We've clashed through centuries, burned through time itself, but today, it ends.'
He vanished in a blink.