The sky above the battlefield burned with streaks of light as King Gulben and Laston clashed, their battle now turning the sky into a warzone of silver brilliance and twisted crimson energy.
King Gulben's sword were now glowing with pure silver light. It cut through the air with blinding speed. Every swing unleashed powerful arcs of energy that slashing through the clouds.
His attacks were not just fast, they carried the weight of centuries of mastery, each one aimed to end this fight with precision. His body overflowed with raw Magic, his presence illuminating the darkened sky as if he were a star.
But Laston was not the same Elf who had once resided in the Elf Palace and his brother. He was defeated and disgraced but not anymore.