The hammer streaked past where he had been, smashing into the far wall with a deafening boom.
Stone shattered, dust exploded outward, and the entire building trembled as if struck by actual thunder.
Still relying on infernal step, the Ifrit closed the distance again, bolts of lightning coiling around his clenched fist like living serpents.
He lunged, hand stretched forward, prepared to release a devastating strike straight to Aaron's chest.
Aaron remained perfectly still, a small, knowing smile on his face, making no move to dodge or defend.
The Ifrit, seeing the apparently defenseless target, reared his arm back further, lightning surging brighter, ready to obliterate.
Boom!!!
The unsuspecting Ifrit was smashed heavily by the returning Mjölnir.
The VIPs watched Aaron's battle quietly.
Ignis, silent for most of the event, finally spoke.
His voice was low, almost reverent.
