King of the Jungle vs Pharaoh of the Old

Sett's body blurred into motion.

A sonic boom cracked through the cooling desert air as he surged forward at 150 kilometers per hour—41 meters vanished beneath his feet every second.

Gold barely had time to blink. One instant, Sett was to the left of the Sand Lion. The next, he was already on the opposite side. His afterimages flickered in the dimming light, a phantom dancing through the twilight.

The horizon burned in hues of deep orange and violet, casting long shadows over the endless dunes. But the Sand Lion did not flinch.

With a guttural snarl, it charged—its golden fur reflecting the last embers of sunlight, muscles rippling like a living avalanche. It moved with terrifying force, faster than Sett by a fraction. In a single bound, it crashed into him.

BOOM!