Despite the damage, despite the pain, Altharion's eyes burned with unyielding determination. No matter what, he would continue fighting against the Alien Lord with every last breath in his body. Retreat was not an option. He was the Crown Prince of the Graecia Empire, heir to a lineage of gods and warriors, and with that title came honor, duty, and an unbreakable resolve.
His radiant, divine figure clashed again and again against the colossal Alien Lord. Each swing of his glaive tore through the air like thunder, sparks of holy fire bursting from every impact. Bone met steel, claws met light. The creature's monstrous bone spear screeched as it met the prince's sacred weapon. Altharion deflected it with divine precision, sundering claws, splitting flesh, and cutting through layers of blackened bone. The air trembled with the sound of their battle.
