With a flash, Emytheus' wings disappeared, 12 arcs of silver light curving through the air to combine with these 12 swords.
These 12 swords were the pinnacle creations of his Ancestor Haphaestus. Today, he would use them to kill the greatest enemy he had ever faced.
The swords expanded outward violently, becoming hundreds of meters long in an instant.
"Ha!"
Emytheus roared, his body shooting forward to meet Dyon's as his sword clashed with the vajra body's palms.
It was a clash that seemed to suck all of the sound and air out of the world. However, unlike in previous times, the two didn't destroy the world around them.
Dyon's crown radiated out fiercely, taking control of the world and containing their power. Now Dyon could fight to his heart's content.
