BOOOOM!
SSSSSHHHH!
ROAR!
The two titans clashed, sending devastating shockwaves across the land.
Rokan, with his unconscious wife on his back, watched the battle unfold with cold eyes.
His expression darkened as he saw his Leviathan gradually losing ground.
Fury burned in his gaze.
"Raim," Rokan said, his voice trembling with restrained rage, "we've been friends for centuries. Why would you betray me, your own brother?"
Raim's eyes softened, though his tone remained firm. "Rokan, you know that's not how it is."
The Leviathan roared one last time before dispersing into mist, flowing back into Rokan's body.
His face became unreadable as his gaze slid past Raim and landed on Aron, who still stood at the altar, impassive and calm, showing no hint of fear.
That expression burned Rokan's heart even more.
Seeing his son's killer standing there so composed, while he could do nothing, made his blood boil.
