Phorcion stood tall, his golden eyes blazing with arrogance. "To think I'll have to use two of my secret abilities against you. Count yourself lucky, you mortal, as you witness the power of a god!" he proclaimed, his voice laced with disdain.
Shougo narrowed his eyes, confused by the declaration. "Two? What could he mean by that? So far, he had only shown one new ability. What could the other be?" His mind raced as his gaze darted across the arena in search of clues. But nothing stood out—no traps, no hidden entities. Just the two of them, standing amidst the dust and heat of the coliseum floor.
Suddenly, the atmosphere changed. A dense pressure dropped over the arena like a hammer, warping the air. The very molecules seemed to vibrate as golden beams of concentrated light burst from Phorcion's eyes, their speed rivaling that of lightning.
