Lyan stood before Tiamat, his body trembling with pain, but his eyes still burned with an unyielding resolve. I could see the agony etched across his face—his aura flickering, his movements more labored. Yet, even with all that pain, he managed to lift his sword one more time. His voice, though ragged, resounded through the battlefield with a force that belied his exhaustion.
"Limit Break!"
A surge of energy erupted from him, a shockwave rippling across the barren field. His aura flared, dark and chaotic, pushing back the overwhelming presence of Tiamat for a brief moment. His incubus form had shifted once again—horns longer, his eyes glowing with that intense purple light, as if he had tapped into a reserve of power that should not be touched. But the strain on his body was evident; every movement, every breath seemed to come at a cost.
