The sheer amount of energy radiating from Thyros' body was staggering, a force that defied comprehension, but Lucian remained unfazed.
His composure was unshaken, his voice calm and deliberate as he answered Thyros' words.
"Nah, I'd win"
His words echoed through the void, cutting through the chaos like a blade.
As if provoked by his defiance, the already cataclysmic energy around Thyros surged to new heights.
Space itself warped under its intensity, and the wind fractured, shredded by the sheer ferocity of his aura.
Without hesitation, Lucian released his grip on the katana in his hand.
The weapon dissolved into nothingness, rendered unnecessary.
Whatever lay ahead, he would face it with his own strength alone.
Just as the Aetherian race could reshape reality with a mere thought, the Ignivores wielded a power equally terrifying, the ability to unleash catastrophic explosions using the energy they had consumed with a thought.
