The battlefield trembled under the pulse of the Gravitational Force Dragon. Rocks floated, soldiers stumbled helplessly, and arrows veered off course, bent by the dragon's crushing gravitational pull. For a moment, Rocky felt invincible—his legendary power unmatched, the culmination of years spent perfecting his summoning.
Then, like a lightning bolt cutting through the chaos, she appeared.
Sylvia.
Her armor gleamed, her sword held with perfect precision, and her eyes—eyes that had haunted Rocky's dreams and stolen his heart—were locked on him. Time seemed to slow as she charged across the battlefield, moving faster than any mortal should be able to.
Before the dragon could react, her sword flashed. One clean, devastating strike.
The Gravitational Force Dragon shuddered violently. Its wings faltered mid-beat, gravity wells collapsed, and the ground beneath it cracked. The colossal beast—a manifestation of Rocky's ultimate power—stumbled, stunned by the force of a single sword dash.
Rocky's heart lurched. She stopped it… His legendary summon, the embodiment of his power, had been halted by the woman he loved.
"Sylvia…" he whispered, voice catching between awe and fear. His pulse raced, a storm of conflicting emotions—love, admiration, panic—coursing through him.
Her eyes met his, fierce yet pained. "Rocky… I don't want to hurt you. But I cannot let you destroy everything in your path," she said, sword steady as if it could pierce both the dragon and his heart.
The battlefield froze around them. Soldiers gawked, armies paused, the air thick with the tension of two unstoppable forces: the summoner who wielded godlike power and the knight who could challenge him with a single strike.
The dragon roared, gravity pulsing in irregular waves, its massive form trembling under Sylvia's precision. Rocky knew—if he unleashed it fully again, if he let rage override reason, she could be hurt. Or worse, he could lose her completely.
He clenched his fists, heart aching. "I… I can't fight you like this," he said, voice barely audible over the chaos. "Not you… not like this."
Sylvia's expression softened just a fraction. She lowered her sword slightly, though the tension never left her posture. "Then show me… who you are, Rocky. Not just the summoner. Show me the man I fell in love with."
In that instant, the battlefield shifted from a place of destruction to a battlefield of hearts. The dragon trembled, sensing its master's hesitation, while Rocky's mind raced. Could he find a way to stop the war without losing the woman he loved—or the home he swore to protect?
Between the shattered earth and bending gravity, a silent truth rang clear: love and war had collided, and neither would allow compromise.