Silas Vs The Draconic Warrior

Silas stood before the draconic warrior, his Leviathan form already activated. Scales glimmered across his skin, reflecting the harsh arena lights. He could feel the raw power coursing through his veins, but he knew it wouldn't be enough against this formidable opponent.

Without hesitation, Silas tapped into his berserker rage. A primal roar escaped his lips as the ability took hold, his muscles bulging and his senses sharpening to a razor's edge. The world around him seemed to slow down, every detail crystallizing with startling clarity.

The draconic warrior regarded Silas with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. Its massive form towered over him, smoke curling from its nostrils as it prepared to unleash another devastating blast of flame.