The battlefield, once silent and desolate, was now a maelstrom of chaos and power. Vargus stood resolute, his eyes locked onto the colossal form of the Chaos Dragon. The dragon's scales shimmered in an eerie blend of black and white, each movement radiating raw, unrestrained power.
Vargus tightened his grip on his sword, feeling the weight of his responsibility. He had to protect this world, no matter the cost. The air crackled with tension as the Chaos Dragon opened its maw, a deep, guttural laugh echoing across the battlefield.
"Prepare to be annihilated, Vargus!" the Chaos Dragon roared, its voice shaking the very ground. "You are but a speck before my might!"
Vargus's eyes blazed with determination. "I've faced worse than you, Chaos Dragon," he shot back, his voice steady. "And I'll face you the same way I've faced all my enemies—with the strength of the Cute Titans!"
