The spear-wielder's expression remained stoic, but a glimmer of acknowledgment flashed in his eyes. He knew Wolf wasn't bluffing. The tension in the air thickened as both fighters prepared for what they knew would be the final exchange. Their auras clashed, creating ripples of energy that made the ground tremble beneath them. Both combatants had pushed themselves to the limit, and this was the moment that would decide who would stand victorious.
Wolf's flames flared up, the chaotic energy swirling around him like a storm. The scales covering his body shimmered with a purple hue, signaling that he was fully unleashing his mark's power. His greatsword, now blazing with Everlasting flames, radiated an intense heat that distorted the air around it. Wolf's eyes locked onto the spear-wielder, his focus razor-sharp.
