The capital of Altheris looked stunning at night. The moon and stars above felt like a painting the gods themselves had crafted to fill everyone below with awe.
But that beauty was being ripped apart by two figures locked in battle. They were Nolan and Flugar.
Boom!
Boom!
Wherever they went, explosions followed. Shockwaves rippled in every direction.
Luckily, their fight was in the sky, so the ancient capital—standing strong for a thousand years—wasn't getting destroyed.
Still, the tremors were impossible to ignore. It felt like a massive earthquake was happening just outside the city.
"What's wrong, old man? Tired already?"
Nolan grinned and slammed a punch into Flugar's face.
The old man was flung fifteen meters before he quickly regained his balance, gasping for breath.
His usually proud face was pale. Blood dripped from his lips, and his right eye was bruised.
'This guy… he's strong.'
