Their auras clashed in the air. Celeron's flared violently, exploding outward and causing the trees around them to burst apart under the pressure. Arzael's, on the other hand, did not erupt so wildly, but it was heavy, so suffocating that anyone nearby would be drenched in cold sweat.
After locking eyes for a while, Celeron spoke first. "If you can defeat my next form, then I'll tell you about that emperor's son you mentioned." His lips curled into a daring smile, his spiked red hair bristling with surging energy.
"No matter how many times your hair changes form, I'll still defeat you," Arzael replied, smiling beneath his hood.
"Heh, your words always cut deep, boy." Celeron chuckled, then slammed his foot into the ground, splitting it apart.
A far greater aura burst from his body, shaking the entire simulated forest. The sheer pressure hurled Arzael several meters back, though he quickly regained his balance.
"WRAAAAAAHHHHH!"
