While suspended in the fiery skies, Aengus cast his Blessing Skill, a wave of radiant energy descending upon his army below. The effect was immediate—his subjects felt their strength surge, their combat abilities magnified manyfold.
"This should make fair in the playing field," Aengus muttered to himself, his focus on Crimson in his grip.
He knew this decisive battle would soon be over.
However, his hand burned painfully as he continued to clutch Crimson's fiery skeletal form. The intense heat scorched his flesh, yet he held on, his will unwavering.
"Roar!"
Crimson roared in fury, his voice shaking the heavens. In an instant, his entire body was engulfed in an inferno of Crimson Fire, the flames erupting with such intensity that they illuminated the battlefield like a miniature sun.
