A thunderous roar of steel and magic shook Point Armor as Elric stood firm on the blood-soaked soil. The sky overhead was a swirl of grey clouds, thick with smoke and the stench of war. His partial fusion shimmered—his arms scaled in blue aquatic patterns, eyes glowing faintly with the essence of the sea. His water trident spun with grace and precision, each strike splashing blue light that hissed against the burning remnants of spellfire.
Across the shattered battlefield, the Blazzarene army pushed with ferocity. Screams, clashing steel, and battle cries melded into a cacophony.
Their weapons clashed—steel against ice. Each strike sent ripples of elemental fury. Mikael launched shards of razor-sharp ice that Elric sliced through with water blades. Elric summoned a geyser from beneath, trying to destabilize the commander, but Mikael leapt with unnatural agility, coming down like an avalanche. Elric barely rolled away, frost kissing his shoulder.
The duel intensified.
