Lucien stood still, holding his sword that blazed with a golden aura. His armor, sleek and modern, encased him in a metallic shell, making him look like a machine more than a man.
His face was hidden beneath the helm, and through the visor, he tracked the enemy moving rapidly before him.
In a flash, the opponent attacked, but Lucien was faster. He parried the blow, and the golden aura of his sword flared brilliantly, momentarily blinding his foe.
But it won't last long, he knew. Before the enemy could recover, he shouted, "Ignis Exilium!"
The golden aura ignited into searing flames, capable of melting anything in their path. He swung his sword, and with a single, powerful slash, his opponent—an enemy identical to him in appearance—was cleaved in half, disintegrating into dust.
As the system timer hit zero, a notification appeared:
[Time remaining: 0]
[You will be sent back to your own body.]