The winds howled with supernatural intensity, whistling between the waves in the black ocean, creating an atmosphere of tension on the battlefield.
Lian, with clenched fists, exuded a fiery aura that seemed capable of igniting the air around him. Dense red energy radiated from him, creating whirlwinds that distorted reality. An orange layer that blended with his energy danced like flames, and above him, an eight-petal lotus spun slowly.
In the sky, the Bakunawa forcibly calmed its mind, its instincts telling it that if it didn't focus, it could die at the hands of that human.
Its eyes gleamed with sinister light as darkness twisted and contorted around it. Its body was enveloped in a frigid cloak of black ice that cracked and snapped with every movement. The darkened scales shone like moonlight, like frozen gemstones.
