The air hummed with tension as Anthony and Orion continued their furious exchange.
The molten field, the lava swirling beneath their feet, had long since faded behind them as they crossed into a new plane, a rocky canyon, jagged stone cliffs towering around them.
The sky above was darkened with heavy clouds, as if the battle itself had summoned a storm, and the wind whistled through the narrow crevices between the rocky spires.
Here, the ground was uneven, the stone surface rough and unforgiving.
The faint scent of sulfur lingered in the air, a reminder of the molten earth they had just left behind.
Yet neither fighter seemed to notice the change in the environment.
Their focus was entirely on each other.
The air crackled with the force of their movements as they clashed again and again, their spears flashing like lightning in the darkened sky.
