The Ultimatum

Shockwaves rippled through the air every time Jiurong and Aamon's swords collided, their power surging like two storms crashing together. Each clash sent a burst of energy that echoed through the landscape.

Xuanyun watched from a distance, realizing he wasn't on their level to properly join the fight. Instead, he focused on containing the damage, making sure the sheer force of their strikes didn't tear apart everything around them.

No matter how far Jiurong has lured Aamon away from the borders, the aftershocks of their battle were brutal. It was hard not to feel the weight of their power—just one swing from either sword could level the battlefield in an instant.

When they were finally far enough, Xuanyun turned toward the western border. He and Jiurong had already sealed the eastern gate, and the northern one—where Aamon had emerged—seemed to be holding, for now. No demons slipped through it.