The Battle

Ikarys was startled by Rakka's words, his eyes filled with confusion as he looked at him. 

He was certain that what he had seen earlier was no illusion—he had witnessed a terrifying battlefield. 

It was like a battleground of the gods. Even though he knew it was merely an illusion created by Rakka, he still felt fear. 

A fear that pierced his soul, leaving him trembling uncontrollably. 

"You… you…" Ikarys stammered, his finger trembling as he pointed at Rakka. 

Rakka frowned, his sharp gaze cutting through Ikarys like a blade, causing him to retract his hand in fright. 

"Enough… let's end this," Rakka sighed softly, speaking as if this were unimportant. 

Ikarys, overcome with fear, immediately stepped back and pulled out a talisman, raising it high. 

"Next time! I swear I'll kill you," Ikarys shouted. However, deep down, he resolved to stay as far away from Rakka as possible.