Jormungandr poured more and more energy into the massive ocean of lightning he had conjured, its brilliant, seething arcs clashing against the descending solar inferno unleashed by Atila. The sky above the Ice Cube fortress turned into a cataclysmic battlefield, where fire and lightning warred for supremacy. Every crackling explosion and sonic detonation echoed for kilometers, shaking the hearts of all who bore witness.
But Atila didn't waver. If anything, he grew stronger. He drew on the power of the sun itself, his sword channeling unimaginable energy as he pushed the blazing inferno downward. His mouth stretched into a wide, maniacal grin, and a deep, guttural laugh echoed through the heavens.
