The very air in the clearing crackled with the sheer intensity of the confrontation. Sebastian and Zaleouis, locked in a visual duel, exuded an aura that clashed and swirled like two opposing storms. The once blood-soaked ground now held its breath, the anticipation for the impending clash palpable.
Zaleouis's voice, a deep rumble akin to a symphony of thunder, broke the silence. "You've grown stronger, Sebastian," he acknowledged, his tone a blend of admiration and menace, "But you are still no match for a god."
Sebastian's response was a chilling smirk, his demonic aura flaring in defiance. "We'll see about that," he retorted, his voice laced with an icy confidence that belied the gravity of the situation.
