What followed was a whirlwind of violent clashes.
Emery stood tall, his emberflame sword blazing, Elysian roots swirling around him like a living shield. He faced not just one, but three versions of Kronos, each one radiating dangerous, condensed temporal energy.
The battle echoed with sharp strikes and bursts of spells. Scythes cut through the air, temporal magic rippling like waves.
Yet, Emery didn't falter.
The time-bending advantage that had once made Kronos near invincible… was now useless.
With every swing of his scythe, Kronos tried to distort the battlefield—slowing time here, hastening it there—but Emery moved like he existed outside of time itself. With his newly gained comprehension of temporal law, he could read and resist every motion.
It became a pure battle of raw power, and although Kronos pressed with fury, Emery deflected, parried, and countered every strike.
Kronos' smirk began to falter. The amusement in his eyes dimmed.
