The crowd roared with uncontainable excitement.
It was a spectacular sight—after all, it's rare to watch a grand magus-level battle. The air rippled with energy, and the battlefield crackled as two overwhelming forces clashed with power far beyond that of ordinary grand magus. Explosions of light and waves of temporal distortion flared in all directions, drawing awestruck gasps from even the most seasoned spectators.
Julian gave it everything he had.
His four golden wings flared bright like twin suns. With every beat, he launched into a blitz of holy slashes, his blade a comet trailing sacred flame. He poured every ounce of his strength into each strike, every ounce of faith burning through his veins.
And still—Kronos parried.
