The Battle (4)

"It seems one can't underestimate you," he said with a faint smile.

He casually reached for his robe, adjusting it.

But then…

A massive aura erupted from him—

Violent. Deep. Unyielding.

The aura was domineering, yet paradoxical—it carried both the power to create and to destroy, spreading far and wide as it clashed against Drakion's own.

His eyes radiated that same aura—flames seemed to burn within them, matching the hues of his gaze.

Anyone attuned to power could feel it—an inferno hidden behind calm eyes.

Drakion stood his ground, his own aura swelling like a rising tide—

It surged, devouring the sky as it met the young man's force in a collision of unseen power.

The very ground beneath them began to crack and splinter, overwhelmed by their mere presence.

Far away, deep within the core region of the Bestial Forest, the mighty beasts shivered in their dens.