Ethan and Ignis did not waste the opening.
The phoenix spread its wings wide, the golden fire swirling into a blinding storm. Its divine eyes gleamed with killing intent as it released a deafening cry. A torrent of flames burst from its beak, a sea of molten gold descending upon Veythron.
At the same time, Ethan roared, his sword glowing with divine radiance.
"Dawnbreaker Judgement, Fifth Form: Strike of Judgement!"
Blades of light exploded from his swing—dozens, then hundreds—each one sharper before. The slashes ripped through the air and pierced through Veythron's thick, magma-lined scales. Blood like liquid fire gushed from the wounds, splattering across the sky.
Veytharion's colossal roar shook the very fabric of the dimension, echoing like the death cry of an ancient god. His molten eyes dimmed, its body dissolving into countless motes of fading light.
And then—it was gone.
Returned to the spirit realm.
