The realm crackled with power, the once-familiar Thunder Realm now transformed into the haunting Blood Realm. A crimson hue hung in the air, casting an eerie glow over the battlefield where Daimon and Raizel faced each other. This was a realm reshaped by the fusion of Daimon's power and the Heavenly Flower's essence.
Raizel's awe and shock were palpable as he surveyed the Blood Realm. The crimson atmosphere resonated with energy that pulsed with an intensity he had not anticipated. The very ground seemed to absorb the essence of their battle, creating an environment that mirrored the ferocity of their clash.
Daimon, standing strong despite his injuries, met Raizel's gaze with a knowing smile. "You see, Raizel, even the realm itself recognizes my ascendancy."
Raizel, his Thunder Wolf Dragon form still imposing, managed a tight-lipped smile. "It seems I underestimated you," he admitted, his voice laced with both acknowledgment and determination. "But too bad."
