The two-against-one battle raged on with growing ferocity. Both Julian and Poseidon moved in perfect rhythm — surprisingly their coordination almost seamless. Julian held the front, his sword and shield weaving a steady defense, while Poseidon struck from behind with his trident, each thrust carrying the might of surging tides.
Julian's divine precision complemented Poseidon's raw elemental force, and together, their strikes converged like two storms meeting at sea. Both stood within the one Cosmos Realm — Julian at its early stage, Poseidon at the middle — but each of them was stronger and more refined than his grand magus subordinate, Brollak.
Under their combined onslaught, Emery's newly refined sword and freshly learned technique began to falter. Every clash sent ripples through the air, every collision chipped away at the delicate balance of his form. The rhythm of their attacks was relentless, forcing Emery steadily on the defensive.
