We leave you with the last of our essence and a chance for a winning battle.
The gods' voice slowly faded into the void, leaving the arena in complete silence.
Akhil stood afloat, his two sharp wings holding him up in the air. He was surprised as the divine energy he had felt earlier quickly dispersed, spreading thin around the arena, shielding everyone within what looked like a purple cocoon.
But something was wrong.
The Monarch's eyes ignited with rage. He fired straight at the barrier—a blast of pure blood essence that should have shattered stone. The purple cocoon didn't budge.
His crimson eyes blazed brighter. He threw attack after attack at the barrier of energy—blood lances,压缩 waves, tendrils that had torn through the titan. Nothing worked. Each strike absorbed harmlessly into the shimmering surface.
Below, the fighters stared up at him in confusion.
