Zephariel's aura exploded like a wildfire. His King's Presence surged outward, violently distorting the peaceful garden into a chaos of thrashing vines and shattered marble. Trees bent back as if trying to escape the wrath of his presence, flowerbeds uprooted, and the very air trembled with sheer force.
From the top of the fountain, Zephariel stood with an amused expression as destruction spread around him.
"Such a lovely place," he said, voice calm yet laced with menace. "Shame it has to die with you."
Xavian, with a gaze sharp as his blade, pointed his gold-intricately-forged sword directly at Kaiser. "You—come."
Without another word, he leapt high into the air, disappearing into the forest canopy beyond the garden.
Kaiser narrowed his eyes. He could feel the intense pull in Xavian's aura—this wasn't just a challenge, it was a summons to a duel.
He turned to Mariposa. "That one... Xavian... he's the stronger of the two. I'll have to go after him. Can you hold off Zephariel?"
