Max's sword began to blaze, not wildly but with an intense, concentrated heat that shimmered like molten light. The combination was volatile, but Max controlled it with perfect precision. Sparks danced around him as the aura of his sword intensified—blistering and unrelenting.
Then, with a roar of his own, he met Silus's spear head-on. The collision was cataclysmic. Spear and sword slammed into each other with such raw violence that the floor beneath them exploded in a shockwave of stone and light.
The chamber trembled. Waves of fire and invisible edges of severing force lashed in all directions, incinerating and cutting everything in their path.
Max felt his muscles straining, the air around him twisting from the force, but his blade didn't break. It held. The flaming edge crackled, severing energy slicing through the aura of the Solitary Spear as he shouted with all his might, pushing against the momentum of Silus's spear.
