The clash between Amon and Malachi raged on, each strike louder, faster, and more devastating than the last. Sparks lit the battlefield like fireworks, shockwaves rippling through the earth as their blades met again and again.
At first, Amon held the upper hand. With his [Embodiment of the Sun] fully merged with his [Dragon Form], he radiated raw, elemental power—a solar juggernaut wreathed in flame. In that state, he could rival even the legendary Solaris Lord himself.
His mind was as sharp as his blade. Years of combat had honed Amon into a tactician as much as a warrior, and early in the fight, he read Malachi like an open scroll—analysing his movements, identifying patterns, and deploying counters with surgical precision.
But then the tide began to turn.
