Aloysius gasped amidst the rubble, breathing hard. His wounded body staggered, but his eyes remained sharp, staring at his opponent who stood calmly untouched, seemingly absorbing energy from their battle.
The enemy's dark radiation was a poisonous plague creeping into Aloysius' body. More than that, a terrifying feeling like a shadow of the past tried to dominate his mind.
"Do you know, Herrold," the enemy said softly, "the divine radiation you've learned is only the surface. There's something darker, older… something even the gods feared."
Aloysius frowned, recalling faint clues from the ancient scrolls he once read an entity believed to have caused the gods' downfall.
With all his strength, Aloysius channeled shadow and lightning energy into himself, trying to cleanse the dark radiation gnawing at him.
But the harder he fought, the clearer it became that this battle wasn't just physical it was a fight to keep his identity and humanity. Divine radiation was not just power, but also a curse.
He knew to defeat this enemy and unveil the truth, he must become more than a fighter he had to be the guardian of the balance between light and dark within himself.