The battlefield was no longer just a stage—it was a war zone. The very ground beneath them was shattered, trenches carved into the stone from the sheer force of their battle. Dust and debris swirled around them like a storm, kicked up by their relentless movements.
Yet neither of them slowed.
Neither had an edge.
Neither could overpower the other.
The arena lights flickered from the sheer energy radiating off them, their powers clashing and distorting the space around them.
Cruzer's golden eyes burned with exhilaration as he swung his greatsword with bone-crushing force, void energy crackling around the massive weapon. The air itself shuddered as the blade carved through it, aiming straight for Anup's head.
Anup met it head-on.
His blade flickered with blinding speed, intercepting the monstrous strike. Sparks erupted between them, the shockwave sending another tremor through the battlefield.
