The crackling tension in the air thickened as Arthur hovered above the battleground. His eyes narrowed on the distant figure of the masked man, who seemed to loom larger as the storm gathered around him. Lightning forked across the sky, as if the heavens themselves trembled at the presence of this being.
Arthur floated just above the battlefield, his [Mini-Suns] humming softly around him. The heat they radiated might have been comforting in another situation, but now it felt ominous, crackling with the tension that hung between him and the masked man in the distance. The clouds churned above, blackened by the man's thunderous presence, and Arthur's instincts told him what he already knew—this wasn't just a fight. It was a clash of legends, and every fiber of his being warned him that Momo wasn't ready.
