Orion seethed, frustration bubbling furiously inside his chest. His grip on his blades tightened fiercely, knuckles whitening as he strained under the immense burden of his dual sword auras.
Sweat dripped from his scales, breath labored and burning painfully in his lungs. He knew he was reaching his limit. Yet he couldn't surrender. Not yet.
Before Orion could strike again, a powerful presence erupted suddenly from the distance, an aura so intense it forced everyone to freeze momentarily.
Eyes turned swiftly as a golden figure descended onto the battlefield. The aged Tigerkin King, his golden robes billowing furiously in the chaotic wind, landed gracefully, standing face-to-face with Valerian.
His old, scarred features were calm yet determined, his presence radiating unwavering authority and resolve.
