Selena tightly gripped her blade, its gleaming edge reflecting the flickering torchlight. Her stance was firm, her muscles taut with anticipation. Lyon held his javelin with a steady hand, the weapon radiating a faint ethereal glow. His crown permeated an otherworldly aura to the scene.
Drogan, his features etched with a mix of surprise and defiance, braced himself for the impending confrontation. He could feel the weight of Lyon and Selena's killing intent, their unwavering resolve to bring him to murder. Though he had demonstrated his own power, he now faced an unyielding duo who Paradise had hidden from the face of history.
The summit seemed to shrink around them as the trio stood at a precipice, each aware of the gravity of the situation. The onlookers watched with bated breath, their hearts pounding in anticipation. The clash between these formidable forces held the potential to reshape the course of Second Heaven.
