Lucavion's strikes grew sharper, his movements fluid as if the chaos of the battlefield was merely a well-rehearsed dance. The breakthrough coursed through him, a surge of energy unlike anything he had felt before. His [Flame of Equinox] burned brighter, steadier, the duality of life and death perfectly balanced in each flicker. It wasn't just power; it was mastery, the culmination of his struggles manifesting in every calculated step, every precise swing.
'I can feel it,' Lucavion thought, his blade cutting through the air with a hum that resonated with his newfound strength. 'The pieces I've been missing… they've finally fallen into place.'
The battlefield trembled as monsters, sensing the shift in his aura, hesitated before charging again. This time, their roars carried a desperate edge. Lucavion's presence was no longer just a threat; it was a declaration. He wasn't here to survive—he was here to dominate.
Bạn cũng có thể thích