The air trembled with an overwhelming power as Zafron and Steele stood across from each other, eyes locked, both driven by a singular, violent intent. The mansion was already in ruins—stone crumbling, windows shattered, walls scorched from the aftermath of the previous battle—but this fight was about to turn the entire undercity into a hellscape.
Zafron's eyes burned with determination. His body was already transformed by the red slime coursing through his veins, every muscle, every fiber infused with an otherworldly strength. His fists clenched at his sides as the echoes of his last battle with Steele roared in his mind. Steele had pushed him to the edge, made him tap into his godlike abilities. Now? Now Zafron was ready to take things even further.