บท 1764: Summit 9

The very foundation of Rome trembled as the powers of ancient deities clashed, the weight of their confrontation threatening to tear the city apart. The once clear skies grew dark, massive thunderclouds swirling ominously overhead. Lightning crackled menacingly, casting an eerie glow over the cobblestone streets. The terrified citizens huddled in their homes, praying to any deity that would listen for protection from the cataclysmic battle raging above.

Eight mighty figures pressed their advantage, trying to overpower Emery. Their combined  diverse range of powers manifesting in an onslaught of projectiles, ethereal entities, and the clashing of divine weaponry. The atmosphere crackled with energy, raw elemental magic weaving around every corner of the battlefield. But Emery, drawing on his newfound connection with Excalibur, met every challenge with an elegant precision. Each thrust was parried, every shot deflected, and the summons found themselves evaded or repelled.