With just a week remaining before the opening of the Temple of Divine, anticipation filled the air, yet Max remained calm and focused. He stood silently in the vast white world, his eyes closed, a sword gripped firmly in his hands.
A vibrant red and blue glow enveloped the blade, each color representing one of his mastered auras—Flame Aura and Sword Aura.
The two forces clashed violently, their energies surging and writhing like battling titans. Sparks of heat and sharpness filled the air, a vivid display of their inherent struggle for supremacy.
However, one could also notice the tamed nature of these auras. They were violent yet not overwhelmingly so. It seemed as though some sort of stalemate was between them as no matter how fierce each aura became it was counter by the other.
