Johamma rushed to Jolthar's side, her movements swift. She was concerned about Jolthar.
He lay sprawled on the ground, his body battered and broken from the brutal clash with Dakrasuer.
Blood stained his clothes and pooled beneath him, seeping from wounds that crisscrossed his arms, chest, and face. His breathing was ragged, each exhale accompanied by a faint wheeze.
The divine aura was brutal towards Jolthar, and if he was still alive thanks to his immortal physique, if not, he would burst into a million pieces under Dakrasuer's intense aura.
Despite his condition, Jolthar's eyes remained sharp, his defiance undiminished. The chaos aura and voidwrath energy were two distinct forces, and Jolthar used them together. The effect of the attacks had been huge, and they hurt him as well.
The clash of energies within his body had taken a toll, and the strain was evident in the way his muscles trembled and his hands clenched tightly.
