Battle of Kings

"I offered you peace, but you refused it, I offered you a wing under me and you chose to go against it, I've given you chances many more than any before you and you still denied, thus, you chose to refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit," the Fire Lord spoke with all the disdain he could muster as he spat the words.

He then pointed the fire jewel at me and said, "Thus one should know their place, young Emperor, you've yet to see the true world, and you dare defy me with your measly cultivation! Perish!" he said.

"Dodge!" shouted the Queen as she shouted, rupturing space itself with a soul-shattering scream, the fabric of space seemed to crumble at her loud voice as it came rushing toward the fire Lord.

"I also learned Soul Magic!" he called as a reverberating wave of soul energy shot out from within him, confronting the Queen's own shout and rendering both neutral. While the jewel in his hand was fully charged and shot its ray toward me.