The battle had long since surpassed the expectations of the spectators. Each clash of metal sent shockwaves rippling across the arena, powerful enough that the reinforced barriers shielding the audience shimmered with strain. Without the protective enchantments woven into the walls and floor, the entire structure would have crumbled under the sheer force of the Grandmasters' duel.
Thutmose and Mankhaura battled fiercely, their clash shaking the ground beneath them. The once-pristine stone floor was now fractured beyond recognition, with craters and jagged pillars of earth scattered across the battlefield, remnants of their violent struggle. Dust and debris filled the air, swirling after their relentless attack.
Mankhaura fought like an earthquake-given form, his command over the earth raw and overwhelming. Every strike of his spear sent tremors through the ground, each movement aimed at breaking, overwhelming, and burying his opponent.
