Whilst the Emperor was bombarded with a series of slashes from Tam, a subtle shift came over the battlefield.
A stiff breeze began to blow through Aznur, and the silver light from the moon and stars above was slowly blotted out by the clouds that rapidly formed above.
Rain drops started to fall, washing away the blood that had pooled on the streets of Aznur, the whirlwind of fire surrounding the Emperor was doused and revealed the man within.
The Emperor's aura was dull, a pale yellow rather than the blindingly bright white that it usually was, he was covered in wounds now, without even an inch of his armor left intact.
The wings at his back flapped weakly, and his helmet was half destroyed, revealing his pale face, and a slash carved into the side of his scalp, blood dripping down, mixing with the rain that fell all across the battlefield.
