Despite the icredibly massive toll on their bodies, neither one faltered. Lucy gritted her teeth, her hands trembling as she poured more of her essence into her icy sphere, the jagged shards of enchanted frost crackling with renewed fury. She could feel her strength waning, her very soul being drained by the effort, yet she refused to yield. Her kingdom, her people—they depended on her. With a guttural cry, she pushed harder, her entire being radiating with icy, destructive energy.
Kergezkat's wings flared one last time, the golden and ebony light in his eyes blazing with the full force of his divine and infernal might. He roared, the sound a mixture of both angelic and demonic voices, as he summoned the last vestiges of his power. His body shook violently, veins of golden blood pulsing visibly beneath his skin as he channeled the raw forces of light and shadow, weaving them together into a singular force that threatened to tear him apart.
