The clash of Emperor level combatants reverberated through the secret realm, their devastating attacks reshaping the very fabric of the land.
For those in the King realm, a single strike from such titans would spell certain annihilation.
The landscape was utterly transformed as these mighty figures moved at speeds imperceptible to the untrained eye.
Majestic trees toppled like fragile reeds, and towering mountains crumbled into dust under the weight of their blows.
Yet, the chaos of destruction meant nothing to those locked in mortal combat.
Each warrior's focus was singular, their every movement a calculated step in the deadly dance of survival and dominance.
Zael moved with an uncanny precision, his spear darting toward the cultist's exposed flank like a serpent striking its prey.
But the Emperor ranked cultist was no ordinary adversary.
