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Draktharion and Atticus continued their cataclysmic clashes, their forms blurring with speed, sparks and energy ripping through the air as claws met katana.

Every strike sounded like thunder, the scorching ground shattering beneath their feet, shockwaves splitting the skies.

The battlefield became a blur of red and blue, the heat of Draktharion's flames searing the very air, while Atticus's azure energy cut through it all like a blade of pure light.

At this point, it was becoming very clear to Draktharion, and to everyone watching, who had the upper hand.

Since the battle began, aside from their constant clashes and parries, Draktharion hadn't been able to land a single hit on Atticus. But the same couldn't be said for Draktharion himself.

A dragon's regenerative abilities were truly remarkable, Draktharion healing almost instantly after every wound. But there were some wounds that couldn't be healed so easily.