The dust and debris from the fierce battle between Jonathan and Daimon began to settle as the two adversaries stood a few meters apart, panting heavily. Their breaths were ragged, echoing the intensity of the battle that had raged between them.
Both of them were now mere shadows of their former selves. Their clothing lay in tatters, evidence of the relentless blows they had exchanged. Their bodies were covered in gashes and bruises, stark reminders of the brutality of their confrontation. Yet, despite their battered appearances, an aura of indomitable determination surrounded them.
Crimson and emerald energies still crackled around them, remnants of the devastating powers they had unleashed. The very air seemed to vibrate with the residual energy of their clashes, a testament to the incredible forces they had wielded.