Leon's blade crashed against Damien's club with a thunderclap that split the battlefield.
Damien moved like something unchained, like a bloodhound finally loosed from its leash. He surged forward with terrifying momentum, each step carrying the weight of a stampeding herd. The ground fractured beneath him, his charge capable of flattening mountains, of crushing anything foolish enough to stand in its path.
And yet… Leon did.
Seventy-two blazing suns ignited behind him, their radiance pouring into his strike. Golden flames roared to life, meeting Damien's corrupted blue mist in a violent collision that tore the air apart.
The clash sent shockwaves rippling outward, blasting everything in their vicinity away as fire and corruption devoured the space between them.
Demons that strayed too close to Leon's blade were reduced to ash in an instant, their forms unable to withstand the purity of his flames.
