For a brief moment, it looked like they were winning.
Rael's scythe grazed Aurelius' sleeve, cutting fabric and leaving a trail of black death energy in the air.
Eon's Hourglass released a pulse that made Aurelius' step falter for half a breath.
Raphael's seal struck Aurelius' shoulder, locking his arm for a single second.
And in that single second, Rael's eyes flashed.
"Rain of Death."
A black cloud formed above the arena, swirling like a storm of ink, and the spectators panicked as they felt the temperature drop. Then the rain began to fall, thick drops of black liquid that hissed the moment they touched the ground, melting stone, dissolving dirt, turning the arena into a steaming graveyard of corroded earth.
Aurelius looked up.
The rain fell toward him.
But before it could melt his skin, his body released a simple pulse of energy, a raw burst of demigod power that erupted outward like a dome.
The rain vaporized.
The cloud shattered.
