The battle between Galant and King Alphonse unfolded with unparalleled speed and ferocity. The metallic clash of their weapons echoed across the battlefield as they engaged in a deadly dance. Galant, with his sleek and regal form, moved with an elegance that belied his immense power. On the other hand, King Alphonse, fueled by his chaotic energy, countered with brutal strength and unmatched agility.
As the two kings clashed, I struggled to get back on my feet after being sent flying by Akasha. The synthetic adrenaline was losing its effectiveness, and the strain on my body was starting to take its toll. I could feel the exhaustion settling in, but rest was not an option. My golems were holding their own, but time was running out.