The chamber crackled with intense energy as Maxwell's Dark Tiger Claw hurtled toward Drake with deadly precision.
The ethereal claws, infused with the malevolent force of the Dark Tiger Mana, aimed to tear through anything in their path.
Maxwell's laughter filled the air, a chilling sound that reverberated through the chamber.
"Die!" Maxwell's voice resonated with malice as he unleashed his final attack, convinced that victory was within his grasp.
Drake, however, stood unwavering amidst the impending danger.
The pressure did not cause him to tremble; instead, it seemed to fuel his determination.
His eyes glimmered with a newfound resolve, and a faint smile curved his lips.
"You think your dark powers are enough to defeat me?" Drake's voice rang out with a hint of amusement as if the impending threat were nothing more than a mere annoyance.
"Let me show you the true power that lies within me."
