The tip of Max's black sword and the tip of Veylin's lightning spear collided, sending a shockwave so powerful that everyone in the air was pushed back several steps.
The black flames of Max's sword roared, twisting and curling like a living beast, while the lightning from Veylin's spear crackled ferociously, illuminating the darkened skies.
The two forces clashed in a struggle for dominance, sending ripples of energy surging outward. However, it didn't last long.
In just a few seconds, it became clear who had the upper hand.
Veylin's arm trembled as he struggled against the overwhelming power of the blade crashing through him. "Damn you!" he cursed, increasing the output of lightning in his body as a dragon manifested from it, powering his attack.
Max smiled deviously. "You are going down." With those words, he activated another skill at the same time.
