The Crypt of the Forgotten King (part-7)
Meanwhile, amidst the chaos of battle that echoed through the vast halls, a solitary figure stood out starkly against the backdrop of gold and jewels—a white-winged lion, majestic and fierce.
Leon, his mane catching the light like a halo, paced with a grace that belied his power.
His opponent, Janus, the god of doorways, transitions, and duality, watched with two faces, one looking to the past, the other to the future. But it was in the present that their conflict would be decided.
Janus, in his human guise, still carried the aura of divinity, an unsettling presence that seemed to warp the very air around him.
He held no weapon, for his power lay in manipulation, in the bending of possibilities and the twisting of outcomes.
Leon, understanding the nature of his adversary, knew that brute strength alone would not guarantee victory.
The first move was made by Janus, who, with a mere gesture, caused the environment to shift.