The battlefield had become a storm of chaos. Caius's Dominion of Storms raged through the area, lightning crashing down while fierce winds howled across the ground.
But even in the midst of the storm, Lucy remained unmoved, her eyes filled with nothing but rage. The temperature around her continued to rise, her Volcanic Aura burning hotter with every second.
Varyn, watching his comrades fall one by one under Lucy's overwhelming might, felt panic grip his chest. His breaths came in ragged gasps, and he tightened his grip on his sword, the weight of his own desperation pressing down on him.
His heart pounded in his ears, drowning out the chaos around him. He had no other choice but to use his strongest move—this was it, his last chance.
