"He's incredibly strong…"
Rel stood amidst the chaos, breathing heavily but still composed.
He watched as the Iron Lord rose from the rubble, battered but far from defeated.
The tyrant's aura flickered like wildfire around him, fueled by rage and desperation.
"You're strong," Rel admitted, "but not strong enough."
"You arrogant whelp!" The Iron Lord bellowed, pulling himself free from twisted metal with sheer force of will.
"I'll crush you until there's nothing left!"
The Iron Lord roared, charging at Rel with all his might.
His massive frame became a blur of metal and rage as he closed the distance between them in seconds.
The war hammer, still crackling with energy, arced through the air on a collision course with Rel's skull.
"DIE!"
Rel remained perfectly still despite his expression that never changed.
As the Iron Lord bore down upon him, he simply extended his palm forward in a casual gesture, as if greeting an old friend rather than facing imminent death.
