Above Eclipse Island, the battle had already raged for several relentless minutes, yet the sky still belonged to one man.
Emery moved like a falling star that refused to die.
By this point, Emery had fully released his Twilight Transformation.
His figure hovered between man and beast, muscles swollen with volatile Khaos energy. Jagged lines of twilight light crawled across his body, and his eyes burned with a feral radiance.
More than thirty grand magus circled him in layered formations, domains overlapping, spells crashing toward his position from every direction. Elemental storms, divine radiance, sword auras, and sacred bindings tore through the air in a constant barrage meant to overwhelm through sheer volume.
Instead, he only grew fiercer.
