Duel between Kings

The answer Dante received was silence.

No pleas. No warnings. No movement.

Those damned giants truly thought they could ignore him.

His smile vanished, replaced by a cold, indifferent gaze.

"Very well…"

The energy already vibrating around him intensified, turning the atmosphere suffocating. The sky darkened into an abyssal black, rumbling in response to the overwhelming power Dante emanated. The ground beneath him began to crack under his sheer might, as if the world itself was bowing to his presence.

He opened his draconic maw, and in an instant, a sphere of energy condensed in his throat. Blue and purple swirled together, electricity crackling around the growing orb as it accumulated enough power to erase an entire army from existence.

The giants had no idea what they were about to face.

And honestly, Dante didn't care.

"DRACONIC NOVA."

With an earth-shattering roar, he unleashed the attack.