As the sky darkened, ominous clouds gathered and cast a suffocating shadow over the surrounding. The air grew heavy, charged with an oppressive energy that threatened to crush all in its path.
Synilla's heart raced, her instincts screaming that the incoming attack would be catastrophic. She swallowed hard, her eyes darting between the menacing clouds and her adversary.
"I will bury you here," Raphael declared, his voice steady and confident, his expression resolute. "I promise."
With a commanding sweep of his arm, he unleashed the storm's fury. Bolts of lightning, three times thicker than before, tore through the sky, their destructive power palpable.
The very air seemed to vibrate with the promise of annihilation.
Despite fusing with Rio to become a seven-foot-tall behemoth, Sybilla's newfound power seemed insignificant in the face of the oncoming tempest.
Her body trembled violently, fear gripping her heart.