As the sword demon brought down the storm, Eliron summoned the power of flames.
The area around him got immensely hot, sweat beading down his body as his sword flared, flames circulating around it like a inferno.
He raised his sword, the fire brightening up the world and illuminating his resolve, and just as the shogun descended, with a snarl, Eliron swung his blade.
[SSSR Skill— Summer Rain!]
VWOOOSH!
A booming explosion cut past both fighters as the elements collided, the sound of the blast blotting out every single thing in sight.
The battlefield was a mess, patches of snow in one area, scortched earth in others.
Eliron could hear a loud tingling sound in his ears, and even though he felt warm, there were icicles sticking out of his sword.
"Hahaha!" The winter shogun laughed as he stared at the desecrated battlefield.
