The clouds of battle parted. The explosive collisions ceased, and the churning waves of energy fell still.
Orion, Leonidas, and the spirit sword avatar gathered in the quiet emptiness of the sky. For a long moment, none of them spoke.
The fight had shaken them all. It had taken the combined might of three of the Champions Alliance's top-tier arch lords just to bring down a single avatar of the Great Dragon King of Light, Mondusath.
That white dragon, they all knew, represented the absolute pinnacle of power at the arch lord stage. It was the ceiling.
"Son of a bitch," Leonidas finally grumbled, his tone laced with cynical resentment. "Talk about an OP boss. If you didn't have so many tricks up your sleeve, bro, our corpses would be decorating this battlefield right now."
