The desolate frozen land oozed out an ominous aura. The blazing demonic essence was burning it into the deepest of hell.
A loud shockwave boomed out, blasting the top of a small mountain into fragments. A figure dazzled mid-air, trying to regain his balance while controlling the large demonic hand floating atop him.
"Demonic Frozen Fist!", Flinthal yelled.
The fist dazzled in crimson, punching out to the fast-approaching Garron covered in lightning cracks.
Garron grinned, charging his fist with divinity and clashing against Flinthal. The world slowed down for a bit before another explosion completely obliterated the small mountain.
The dead trees were pulverized into ashes and the land below the impact cratered 50 meters deep.
Flinthal and his demonic hand were both thrown back, stupefying him, 'Is this the strength of a true radiant knight?'