"SwordMagic: Fusion - Fire and Light!"
A second sun bloomed in the palm of his hand.
No longer merely fire, wild, crimson, and ravenous, nor just light, pure, searing, and divine. This was both. A fusion of destruction and redemption. Of wrath and cleansing. A flame reborn with purpose.
His katana ignited with the fusion, its blade radiating a brilliance so intense it no longer cast shadows, it erased them.
The forest stilled.
Even the wind seemed to kneel.
Virelyth, the Hollowheart Warden, colossal, ancient, twisted with corruption, hesitated mid-charge.
Its annihilation wave fizzled into a flicker, like a nightmare disrupted by dawn.
And then-
Taufik moved.
No, vanished.
Not through speed.
But through will.
One breath. One thought.
And he was there, within the shadow of the Hollowheart itself. Katana drawn back, the arc of his stance like the curve of a comet poised to fall.
His aura surged, no longer mere power, but presence.
