The battlefield trembled under the weight of their clash. Smoke and ash drifted over broken craters, scorched earth, and shattered towers. Soldiers from both armies could only watch, frozen in awe and terror.
Ren's black-blue fog coiled higher, writhing like living shadows, but he did not move too fast. He could feel it. The King's presence, immense, suffocating, stretching to every corner of the field. Every pulse of his aura was a hammer, testing Ren's defenses, probing for weakness.
From the depths of his mind, Nyxa whispered again. Her voice slithered like ink, sharp and patient.
"Do not try to end him yet. He will punish arrogance. Find the seams. The King bends the world, but even the strongest have joints."
