Lyon stood surrounded by an impending clash of two opposing forces. The silhouettes overseeing the tumultuous scene emanated authority, each commanding their respective armies. The stormy clouds above roiled with the descent of devil cultivators and seraph cultivators, heralding an inevitable confrontation.
"It's a futile attempt, Torga," one silhouette declared, a voice laced with confidence and dominance. The gesture of his raised hands initiated the downward surge of devil cultivators, their dark forms blotting out the tumultuous sky.
As if in response, the other silhouette, a counterpart shrouded in mystery, raised his hand. This time, the heavens released seraph cultivators, their ethereal radiance cutting through the stormy clouds. The opposing forces gathered, creating a charged atmosphere as if the heavens themselves were preparing for a battle of cosmic proportions.
