Solvani

The world became a blur of brilliance as figures surged forward, their movements a symphony of lethal precision.

Blades gleamed like falling stars, their edges catching the light as they carved through the air.

Iserios Von Deathwrath, the Dragon King, moved with an almost maddening velocity, his very presence distorting reality.

The ground beneath him did not merely fracture; it disintegrated into nothingness, erased by the force of his advance.

In an instant, he stood before Solvani, a distinguished delegate of the Eclipsian order.

His sword fell with the weight of divinity itself, descending in an arc so swift and absolute that the very fabric of space split apart before its edge.

Solvani met the incoming strike with absolute indifference.

With a motion so effortless it bordered on boredom, he sidestepped at the final moment, his movement a study in minimalism.

Yet, Iserios had foreseen this.