The battle between the Demon King and the 3rd King had escalated to a level that left everyone watching in sheer awe. The arena in which they clashed was a vast, ancient colosseum with towering stone walls that seemed to reach for the heavens. Weathered by centuries of time, these colossal barriers bore the scars of countless battles, a silent testament to the history they had witnessed. The ground beneath trembled with each of the titanic warriors' blows, sending shockwaves of dust and debris into the air.
Only Lord Tooj possessed the keen perception to keep up with the breathtaking duel. As the two mighty combatants clashed, their movements were a dance of raw power and skill. The Demon King, a behemoth wreathed in dark, ethereal flames, moved with an otherworldly grace. His enormous wings unfurled, casting shadows that stretched across the arena like the wings of some ancient, malevolent deity.
