Lucius and Lyxor exchanged glances briefly, small smiles playing on their lips.
On the other hand, Victor stood on the cloud, the frown etched on his face fading as fast as it came.
"Small victories delude a fly into thinking it has become a dragon," Victor said, his voice eerily calm.
Buzz!
Lucius and Lyxor frowned, both assuming fighting stances as they felt the air around Victor change. The strong winds stilled and the dark clouds cleared, revealing the crimson and emerald moons.
"I can only use one technique at a time?" Victor scoffed, his voice laced with disdain. " Who decided that?"
Rumble!
The battlefield quaked as Victor raised his hands to the heavens. His deep voice resonated, carrying the rhythm of ancient African chants, blending seamlessly with the distant rumble of thunder and the cries of the land.
