Inside the maelstrom of storm and fury, Lyon stood as a solitary figure of calm and dominance. The tempest roared around him, a chaotic backdrop to the intense struggle unfolding at its center. The two seraphs, their once-majestic wings now tattered and their divine grace diminished, were locked in a desperate battle against Lyon. The contrast between their exhaustion and his unwavering composure was stark.
The seraphs, breathing heavily and covered in bruises and cuts, tried to regroup, their pride wounded as much as their bodies. Their divine power, once thought to be insurmountable, was being systematically dismantled by the Zodiac Emperor. Each time they tried to launch an attack, Lyon was there, effortlessly countering their moves with a precision and skill that left them reeling.
