Lucius roared, his voice resonating with raw, dark energy as his aura pulsed outward in waves, casting a murky shadow over the entire arena. The once dark tendrils now shimmered with a hardened shell, forming into armor that radiated a wicked, cold gleam. Jefferson's silver eyes assessed every transformation as his opponent rose again, more powerful than ever, each flicker of dark energy threatening to unleash a storm.
"You really think pushing me this far was wise, Jefferson?" Lucius sneered, raising a hand as a long, shadow-forged spear materialized at his side, its pointed tip dripping with dark frost. "Now, you'll see what I'm truly capable of."
Jefferson stood firm, unfazed. "It's always a shame when strength gets wasted on someone without a purpose."
