Kaelrix

With a deafening roar, the two attacks clashed, tearing through the air with cataclysmic force.

The very ground beneath them caved inward from the impact, while the wind shrieked in a piercing wail, as though the world itself cried out in agony.

Amidst the chaos, two figures stood locked in fierce confrontation.

The first, one of the fabled Three Warlords, was Kaelrix.

The second, a being cloaked in dark authority, was Drekhal, one of the Demon Monarch's foremost subordinate.

The moment their attacks collided, time seemed to fracture into fleeting frames of motion.

Hammers clashed with fists.

Sonic booms burst in rapid successions as the two figures separated and collided again, neither yielding so much as a step.

One stood tall with blazing crimson hair, his face devoid of expression, his eyes detached, dispassionate, as if locked in battle on a routine day.