Froze

Across the endless desert, two figures streaked across the golden sands, their movements blurring with sheer speed.

One was Aurelius Ignis—the Phoenix King.

The other, Malakar—the Eclipsian.

Aurelius' majestic wings unfurled behind him, each powerful beat propelling him forward with effortless grace.

His spear spun in his grasp, a seamless extension of his will, his movements embodying both the elegance of a phoenix and the authority of a king.

Opposite him, Malakar maneuvered his trident with effortless precision, the weapon gliding through the air as if the very elements bent to his command.

Then, in an instant, both warriors converged.

Their weapons met at a singular focal point, a clash that shook the heavens.

Aurelius' eyes burned with lethal intent as he surged forward.

His spear twisted in his grip, coiling like a serpent before striking, its deadly tip lunging straight for Malakar's heart.