Max stood tall amidst the storm, his sword cutting down technique after technique, his concepts intertwining in perfect harmony. The severing edge of his sword split their defenses, his lightning tore through their speed, and his flames burned their strength to ash. Every energy attack the twin demons hurled at him was shattered in the air, broken apart by either the thunderclap of his blade or the burial fire of his suns.
The arena became a battlefield of elemental destruction. Lightning carved through stone, flames reduced the ground to molten rivers, and sword energy severed even the reinforced runes etched into the earth. Aron and Bron's combined might shook the arena, but Max's techniques tore through them again and again, leaving the demons with no advantage.
