War XIII

The battle was fierce. Every blow from the commander was a destructive force, shaking the very foundation of the fortress. But Aiden's resolve was unshaken. He fought with precision and purpose, his strikes carving through the Abyssal energy.

As the fight reached its peak, Aiden unleashed his ultimate ability, pouring every ounce of his power into a single, devastating strike. The golden light engulfed the commander, piercing through his defenses and shattering the Abyssal core that sustained him.

When the light faded, the commander fell to his knees, his form crumbling into ash. The fortress began to collapse around them, the structural integrity destroyed by Rick's explosives.

The team regrouped outside the fortress, their breaths heavy but their spirits high. The Abyssal command center was no more, and with it, the enemy's grip on the region had been significantly weakened.

Rick grinned, wiping sweat from his brow. "Another win for the good guys."