Naval's laughter boomed, wild and fierce, even as blood poured down his scales. His trident swung in wide arcs, lightning crashing into decree after decree, each bolt reverberating down the stair before returning, doubled, as if Leon's flame had taken it and hurled it back anew.
"He's not just fighting below—he's answering us! Our strikes, our blood, our will—they echo in him, and he sends them back stronger!"
Milim's eyes gleamed, fangs bared in feral delight. She plunged straight through a rain of spears, her body torn open, her laughter louder than the wounds. Every decree that should have ended her instead unraveled, eaten by her destruction and then fed into Leon's rhythm. Her violet aura burned white-hot, each rupture of power leaving scars in the air that bled flame.
"HAH! Now we're not just fighting—WE'RE FEEDING A GOD!"
