The battlefield was a wasteland of destruction, the once-pristine arena reduced to a shattered ruin. Deep craters scarred the ground, smoke and dust swirling in chaotic waves, a testament to the sheer force behind the final clash between Cruzer and Anup.
The very air felt heavy, humming with the lingering energy of their ultimate techniques—Abyssal Devastation and Divine Severance. The entire world had held its breath, watching as those two forces of destruction collided, and now, as the dust began to settle, all eyes were locked onto the center of the crater, where the two warriors stood frozen in place.
Cruzer remained standing, his body battered and bruised, his breathing heavy but controlled. His golden eyes, though dimmed from exhaustion, still burned with that unmistakable fire of a warrior who refused to break.
