The arena grew silent, the tension so thick it was almost tangible. The two combatants stared each other down, their respective auras crackling with unrelenting power.
Darren stood tall in his Overlord Fusion form, his golden eyes radiating a primal, unyielding force. His draconic claws flexed, glowing with molten energy, and the jagged stones covering his body shimmered as if alive.
Asher, on the other hand, remained eerily calm. His crimson eyes glowed brighter, the blood pooling at his feet swirling upward as if obeying his unspoken command. The crowd was on edge, their collective breaths held, sensing the fight was reaching its climax.
"You've been holding back, Magnus," Darren growled, his voice a deep, guttural mix of his own and the dragon's. "I can feel it. You think you're better than me, don't you?"
Asher tilted his head slightly, his smirk colder than ice. "Think? No, Dagon. I know I'm better."
