The atmosphere grew dense with anticipation as General Valen stood his ground, his grip tightening around the hilt of his greatsword. His eyes narrowed with fierce determination. He could feel the weight of the battle, and he knew there was only one way to end it.
"This is it," Valen muttered, his voice low but filled with cold resolve. He took a deep breath, his chest rising as his muscles tensed, preparing for the final strike.
The aura surrounding him surged, crackling with sacred energy. The power of the Lionhart family coursed through him, radiating from his body like a storm. His sword began to glow, the brightness intensifying as he poured all his strength into it.
