Storm King's crimson eyes, calm yet unreadable, flickered with emotion for the first time since the battle began. A faint smile tugged at his lips—acknowledgment. And then it vanished just as fast.
Suddenly, his eyes flared—not with ordinary fury, but with blood-red lightning that cracked within his pupils like caged storms about to be set free. His entire spear lit up, engulfed by streaks of red lightning so violent they scorched the very air around him.
He raised his weapon slowly, almost reverently.
BOOM!!!
Sword and spear collided—and the result was apocalyptic. A devastating explosion of force and energy tore through the ground like a divine punishment, instantly vaporizing everything within dozens of meters.
The battlefield turned into a crater of molten earth and shattered debris. A storm of dust and broken terrain erupted into the sky, cloaking the world in grey chaos.
