The cavern simmered with molten tension.
Golden embers drifted from Shaurya's body.
Crimson flames leaked from Lorgann's molten fangs.
Silence.
Heat.
Two silhouettes facing each other—one colossal and ancient, one human and unbreakable.
Their eyes locked.
Shaurya's lips curved into a wide, fearless grin.
He slid his right foot backward—
a clean stance,
solid spine,
aura rising around him like a divine golden storm.
Across from him—
Lorgann's molten pupils narrowed.
Its massive chest expanded.
A low, rumbling growl slipped from its magma-filled throat.
The atmosphere thickened.
The air bent.
The heat became suffocating.
Golden spiritual energy erupted from Shaurya's body—
surging upward like a pillar of divine fire.
Then—
FWIP!!!
He vanished.
A golden streak tore across the cavern, ripping sparks from the stone floor.
Lorgann's eyes widened—
Shaurya appeared right in front of its colossal snout, fist already raised—
Pink aura roaring around his knuckles.
