Kallus moved with precision and resoluteness.
His golden draconic aura, interwoven with shimmering white celestial particles, surged across his body, distorting the very air around him.
Raising his katana with his right hand, its blade gleamed with an ethereal white glow, illuminating the battlefield with divine radiance. As the blade reached just above his head, his left hand joined the hilt, gripping firmly just beneath the right.
His stance adjusted. His center of gravity aligned.
The primordial mana in the air intensified, crackling around him like a raging storm. The force of his power shook the earth, sending dust swirling and debris floating, only to be obliterated by the sheer magnitude of his energy.
His unreadable violet gaze locked onto Solunara one final time.
Cold. Resolute. Absolute.
With a voice like a whisper carried by the winds of destiny, he uttered:
