The air between them crackled with tension, a thunderstorm of power building.
Both 17393 and 28292 were momentarily still, hovering in the midst of the destructive aura they had unleashed, their bodies bruised, their mana reserves dangerously low.
The intense pressure in the sky had reached a boiling point.
Every movement now felt as though the very air might crack under the force of their blows.
17393's eyes burned with the remnants of lightning, but there was a sharpness to his gaze, a keenness that betrayed his exhaustion.
His breathing was heavy, each breath crackling with a faint hint of electrical energy.
His body was weak but still holding, still pulsing in desperate defiance.
28292 stood across from him, his fiery cloak flickering as if it might consume him whole.
His chest rose and fell with labored breaths, the heat radiating from his body like the aftermath of a forest fire.
