The battle between Daimon and the patriarch of the Phoenix Clan had raged on for what felt like an eternity. The chamber had become a fiery crucible where their energies clashed with unrelenting intensity. But as the minutes turned into hours, fatigue began to weigh heavily on the patriarch's shoulders.
Panting heavily and struggling to catch his breath, the patriarch knew that his strength was waning. The tremendous effort he had expended in unleashing Phoenix's Wrath had taken its toll. Yet, he refused to yield, his burning determination still flickering in his eyes.
Through labored breaths, the patriarch spoke, his voice laced with stubborn resolve, "You may be strong, but I will make sure that you meet your end within that body. It has brought shame to our clan, and I will not allow it to persist."
