Just because Leon was empowered by flame spirits didn't mean he was locked into fighting the Infernal Titan.
This wasn't a one-on-one duel.
This was a war to the death.
Leon, Ellahan, Manon, and the Sword Saint moved like a four-man boss raid, rotating positions and switching targets without hesitation. When Leon drew aggro, Manon disrupted the backline. When the Sky Titan tried to suppress them, Ellahan countered with terrain control.
When an opening appeared, the Sword Saint's blades filled it instantly.
They weren't four fighters.
They were one formation.
At the start, the gap was as insurmountable as it was obvious. The Titans were clearly stronger.
Every swing from Xiphos shook the battlefield. Every eruption from Pyrrhos melted glaciers into rivers. The Mountain Titan's roots split the earth apart, and the Sky Titan's storms crushed down like divine punishment.
The humans were forced back.
Again. And again.
But they didn't break. Instead, they adapted.
