Capítulo 60: No, YOU Fall

The world burned around them. Elyra hovered high above, her form a dark silhouette against the roiling sky, molten feathers casting flickers of light across the jagged landscape. The air shuddered under the weight of her power, the molten arsenal she conjured—a deadly array of blades, spears, and orbs—hovering around her like a predator's snarl given form.

Arthur stood below, battered but unbroken, his body a monument of scorched obsidian and molten strength. His claws dug deep into the shattered ground, the heat rising around him like a second skin. His molten eyes tracked her every move, his thoughts razor-sharp despite the pounding in his skull.

The battlefield fell silent for a heartbeat, the tension between them palpable.