Aleysius stood like an unshakable mountain amidst the overwhelming forces of Paradise. His golden eyes pierced through the chaos, locking onto the Old One with an intensity that silenced even the bravest of the seraphs.
"The last war..." Aleysius's voice rumbled like thunder, his fists tightening until the creaking of his knuckles echoed. "You burned down my house, erased my legacy, and killed my wife." His teeth clenched as veins bulged along his arms. Then, his body trembled, not with fear but with raw, boundless power. "This time... THIS TIME!!"
The ground beneath him fractured as if the earth itself recoiled from his rage. Rocks levitated, spinning wildly in the air as Aleysius's aura ignited, golden flames of pure Ley energy consuming the space around him.
"This energy..." Lyon muttered, his own hair whipped back by the force. He shielded his eyes, though his smirk betrayed admiration. "The maximum height of Ley! This is the apex of the Torga bloodline."
