The chamber shuddered violently as Modret and the entity clashed midair, a storm of shadow, flame, and ice spiraling outward in every direction. The black lotus around his fists burned hotter than the sun, each spin leaving trails of molten shadow that hissed as they cut through frozen debris.
The entity's arms blurred with unnatural speed, shadowed flames erupting from its claws like living whips. Each strike was calculated, aimed to shred not only Modret's body but the energy that flowed within him. Sparks of lightning and bursts of flame collided with the attacks, detonating in a deafening cascade that sent shards of ice raining like glass over the chamber floor.
Modret twisted midair, letting the force carry him in a brutal arc. With a roar, he brought both fists down simultaneously, black lotus spinning in tandem, merging shadow, lightning, and flame into a single, concentrated surge. The entity braced itself, but even its chaotic energy wavered as the attack struck.
