The battle above raged with a ferocity that defied reason. The once divine and golden sky had become a violent theater of war. The air trembled with chaotic magic. Storms of power twisting and clashing in a lightshow that was more terrifying than beautiful.
Black mist poured endlessly from Clyde, coiling around his body like living shadow and fusing into every crackling bolt of lightning that sparked from his fingertips and blade.
His lightning had changed. Its no longer bright blue but deep cobalt streaked with obsidian mist. His eyes had turned pitch onyx, not dull black but luminous in their own dark way. Those eyes glowing with a strange and mysterious power.
Fujin the Wind God soared opposite him, surrounded by blades of air so sharp they screamed as they moved. His body was enveloped in a brilliant cyclone of white and green energy. All of that was the elemental magic howling with divine fury. Every flap of his mantle sent out cutting gales and his body shimmered.
