High above the battlefield, two figures hovered in midair, locked in an intense standoff.
The wind howled around them, whipping at their clothes as magic crackled between them like a brewing storm.
The time for testing each other was over.
This fight was about to reach its final, decisive moments.
Most grand mage battles did not end in the skies, but any mage worth their title had at least one way to fight in the air.
Leaving themselves vulnerable to aerial attacks would be foolish, and neither Alex nor Arceus were fools.
Arceus spun his [Staff of the Moon Jade] in his grip, his expression a mixture of amusement and anticipation.
Then, without a moment's hesitation, he pointed the staff at Alex, his voice ringing through the air.
Oblivion Lance!
A swirling mass of dark energy formed at the tip of his staff, expanding outward and shaping itself into a colossal black lance, pulsing with the raw power of destruction.