Sugar roared, swelling with adrenaline. Both heads howled as he hefted his massive war hammers, their steel heads etched with menacing glyphs. Muscles bulging, he charged Valeria directly, ignoring the smaller cultivators at her side. A thunderous impact reverberated when their weapons clashed, sending shards of molten rock and flame-touched metal flying in every direction.
Norman rushed forward, his shield shimmering with protective runes. He bashed aside a spear thrust from one of Valeria's subordinates, countering with a swift sword strike to the man's shoulder. Sparks flew as steel met steel, and the cultivator stumbled backward, blood trailing from a jagged wound.
Tyron, meanwhile, manipulated arcane sigils that hovered in the air around his fingertips. Each rune glowed a different color, weaving together to form an intricate magical matrix. With a grunt, he released the spell in a crackling burst.
