The two monsters were nearing their limits, their earlier exchanges were nothing more than a brutal prelude. What came next would decide everything.
The Cloud-Tusk Lion burst out of the crater and surged back into the sky, its massive body engulfed in roaring flames. Muscles coiled tight beneath its blazing fur as it arched midair, unleashing a series of piercing, defiant cries toward the Six-Headed Twin-Winged Serpent. As Marcus stared in disbelief, the clouds above began to churn. They spiraled downward in a slow, deliberate descent, wrapping around the lion until it was completely shrouded in white mist. Fire and cloud intertwined, heat warping the air as the sky itself seemed to answer the beast's call. The sight was breathtaking, almost unreal.
