章 1203: Celestial Magic : Dies! Irae!

You're right, let's incorporate the dialogue:

Lyon's breaths came ragged as he leaned heavily against his sword, the weight of his exhaustion evident in every line of his body. The immense strain of unleashing the Seventh Calamity had taken its toll, leaving him drained and weary beyond measure. Even his formidable strength seemed diminished, his movements slow and labored as he struggled to remain upright.

"It's unbelievable... he survived," Bapho the Calamity Goat remarked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Stygian's observation hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the battlefield as the realization sunk in that the battle was nearing its climax. "Looks like the battle is reaching its end soon," he noted grimly.

Rakumtatak's distraction proved to be a costly mistake as Ebon seized the opportunity to launch a devastating attack. "Torga..." Rakumtatak began, only to be interrupted by Ebon's assault.