Ethan crouched low, a silent spectator to the brutal clash unfolding in the skies above. The two combatants were locked in a relentless dance of violence, each strike shaking the air like thunder.
His thoughts, however, wandered. The system had labeled this Crowling God as "Pseudo-Divine." Beyond that was "Divine." Did that mean the rank above Voidbreaker was filled with true Divine-rank powerhouses? He gnawed at the thought, but no answer came.
Up above, the fight dragged on. A blur of wings, claws, and fists. Neither side gained the upper hand. On the surface, the Crowling God seemed to be taking more punishment, yet its dark aura never dimmed. Aldric the First pressed his assault with ruthless precision, but Ethan could see the cracks in his Imperial Aura; it was fading by the minute.
"Caw, caw, caw… Your long imprisonment has drained much of your Ancestral Dragon's aura! Unlike me, my power of faith never falters—"
CRACK!
