Aphir took a deep breath, her flaming sword in hand, and stepped forward, the sound of her footsteps echoing off the rubble of the arena. Her muscles trembled beneath her armor, every fiber burning with the continued exertion. She concentrated deeply, channeling her IQ to further increase the intensity of her flames. The energy around her began to boil the air, creating visible ripples that distorted the light, while an aura of almost unbearable heat enveloped her like a living furnace.
"Let's end this!" she shouted, her voice resonating like the roar of a volcano about to erupt.
Syrus remained impassive. His fingers clenched around the hilt of his scythe with pinpoint precision. He swung his scythe with deadly elegance, the black blade absorbing the light around it like a tiny black hole.
"...And so we fall into eternity..." he murmured, his dark presence growing and enveloping his feet in thick mists.
