Arata's eyes flickered, a calm grin spreading across his face. In a blink, he moved, dodging the searing strike with effortless precision. Each step he took sent tremors through the earth beneath him.
Seraphel's voice cut through the air—calm, lethal, unstoppable.
Seraphel: "Who said it's over?"
For a heartbeat, the air seemed to freeze, a sharp, biting cold crawling along the skin of every soldier on the battlefield.
Seraphel: "Your time to shine, Storm Tyrant."
Above, another admiral leapt into the sky, driving his spear down with earth-shattering force. THUD!
Narration: Admiral Kaldros Vane – The Storm Tyrant. Storm Cursed Necklace, Mythical Model.
Lightning erupted violently from Kaldros' spear, blasting the island beneath Arata. Trees splintered, rocks shattered, and soldiers screamed, thrown off their feet by the raw fury. Arata's eyes narrowed but he remained unscathed, holding his massive spear firmly.
Arata: "I'm Arata Kuro, brats."
Kaldros: "Shine brighter, Winter Sovereign—Admiral Vaelora!"
Narration: Admiral Vaelora Nyn – Frost Spirit, Cursed Necklace, Model: Yuki-Onna (Mythical).
A piercing chill tore across the battlefield as Vaelora raised her arms. Frost crawled up trees, frozen mist coiled around soldiers' feet, and the temperature plunged below -80°C in an instant.
Vaelora: "Silent Glacier Field."
Arata's boots cracked against the freezing ground, his breath visible in the air. Yet his grip on the spear never wavered. Soldiers froze, awe and fear painted across their faces. Arata's grin widened.
Arata: "This… is nothing."