The skies trembled.
A vast pillar of thunder split the clouds open as Zoro descended from above, wrapped in storms that twisted and lashed out like furious dragons. The pressure alone shattered nearby cliffs, and bolts of lightning lashed the ground, turning rocks into molten puddles. With one hand raised to the heavens, Zoro brought down a colossal streak of lightning that struck the battlefield like the wrath of a god.
Everyone watching from the distant bunkers held their breath. The children, the soldiers, the world leaders—everyone frozen in fear.
"How the hell is Nate supposed to survive that?" someone muttered.
But down on the scorched battlefield, something unexpected happened.
Nate's burning fire aura flickered... and vanished.
His entire body returned to normal. Just a man in torn, bloodied clothes. No flame. No shield. Just him, facing the full might of Zoro's wrath.
Gasps echoed across the world. Cameras zoomed in.
"Is he giving up?"
