As the evening shadows deepened, the battlefield between Rowan and Zephyrus transformed into an arena of intense energy and elemental power. The air crackled with electricity and was sharp with the bite of frost as both demigods prepared to bring their duel to a decisive end.
Rowan, his face set in a determined scowl, advanced with his glaive held ready. The dark thunder energy swirling around him cast ominous shadows on the ground. "This ends now, Zephyrus," he growled, his voice a deep rumble over the din of their clashing powers. "I will not let this drag out any longer. Your downfall will be the sign of our resurgence!"
Zephyrus, equally resolute, responded with a cold intensity, his eyes gleaming with a steely resolve. "Be it so, but know that it is you who will fall this day, Rowan. The heavens themselves lend me their strength, and I shall not falter." His tone was sharp, cutting through the surrounding tumult as cleanly as his arrows sliced through the air.
