The battlefield was a vast, barren wasteland under the cold moonlight, illuminated only by Brian's shimmering silver aura and Pull's dark, oppressive presence. The night seemed alive, charged with the tension between two opposing forces: the chosen knight of the Reality God and a demon who sought to undo creation itself.
"You reek of Heaven's arrogance," Pull sneered, his black aura swirling around him like a living shadow. "Why waste your gifts on a world that doesn't deserve salvation?"
Brian held his glowing sword with both hands, his stance unshaken. "This world isn't perfect, but it deserves balance—something you and your kind would destroy for your twisted ambitions."
Pull chuckled darkly. "Then let's end the debate here and now."
Pull thrust his hands forward, his voice booming with command:
"HELL TECHNIQUE: ZERO GRAVITY!"
