The battlefield was fire and storm.
Zephyr's Limit Break surged through his veins, lightning and shadow fusing into something beyond mortal reckoning. Pyraxis towered above him, a titan of molten rage, yet for the first time since the battle began, the Sovereign hesitated.
"You dare…" Pyraxis' voice trembled, not with fear, but with fury. "You dare rise before me?"
Zephyr's answer was a slash of pure stormlight that tore across the giant's chest, carving molten rock into searing fragments. "I don't rise before you," he growled, lightning crackling across his frame. "I rise to end you."
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Darius' Last Stand
The Molten Brute bore down on Darius, hammer raised high. His gauntlets were cracked, blood streamed down his arms, and every breath felt like a knife in his lungs. The brute's body reknit itself with every strike, lava refilling its wounds.
"Not… gonna stop me," Darius spat, staggering back to his feet. His legs trembled, but his will was iron.
