The battlefield had become a storm of chaos and flickering light. The swarm of spectral dragonflies, once Leo's servants now danced under Julian's command, moving in unison like extensions of his own will. With every flick of Julian's fingers, the air shimmered as the swarm dived toward Leo, wings buzzing with lightning-charged precision.
Leo snarled, summoning a burst of divine energy that shattered the first wave in an instant. "Pathetic insects! You think my creations can be turned against me?"
He spun, lashing out with bladed limbs that cut through dozens more. The air exploded with fragments of burning chitin and crackling mana. But for every one that fell, another replaced it until Leo's vision was drowned in a glittering storm of wings and sparks.
Julian took the opportunity, his shadow surging beneath Leo's feet, lightning running along his arms. "Now!"
