Dune and Ned faced the towering red golem, its immense form casting a menacing shadow over them.
Despite its size, they knew they had to work together to bring it down. Dune tightened grip on his sword, ready for close combat, while Ned's eyes glowed with the power of his red Zeten.
Ned was the first to strike. With a swift motion, he unleashed waves of red wind slashes, each one cutting through the air with deadly precision.
The golem roared as one of its massive arms was severed by Ned's attack, the limb crashing to the ground with a thundering impact.
The golem, undeterred, swung its remaining arm towards them, a deadly arc that threatened to crush them both.
Dune moved with agility and precision, sidestepping the golem's attack. His heart pounded with the thrill of the fight, but his mind remained sharp, analyzing every move.
As the golem's arm passed harmlessly by, Dune darted forward, his sword flashing with white light.
