Fusion

The battlefield roared with chaos as cosmic energy clashed and tore through the landscape. Trees toppled like matchsticks, their splinters caught in gusts of wind that howled across the mountainside. Energy bursts scorched the earth, leaving craters in their wake, and the air itself seemed to tremble under the weight of the battle.

In the midst of it all stood Emery, transformed into a towering, three-meter half-human, half-beast. His formidable armor gleamed in the fractured sunlight, the intertwining roots and glowing runes of his Elysian Fusion making him look more like a mythic guardian than a magus. His golden eyes burned with intensity as he gazed at the remaining combatants: four assassins and the alchemy master, Baldoni.

Emery's voice boomed, deep and commanding. "Give up now… You won't be able to kill me!"