Baran said in a voice full of grandeur and majesty:
"Skill transformation!"
The moment he uttered these words, the sky itself trembled, as if in response to his command. A tremendous storm formed in the heights, a swirling vortex of black clouds that swallowed the light, and from its depths lightning burst forth like a hungry celestial beast.
The sound of thunder echoed throughout the place, and with every flash of lightning, the sky opened its wounds to unleash golden lightning towards Baran.
But Baran... did not move.
He stood there steadily, his cold eyes twinkling like forgotten stars, his clothes tearing with every lightning strike that hit his body. Every spark burned his flesh… but at the same time, it refined his soul. The lightning was not destroying it, but rather reshaping it!
Under a hail of celestial lightning bolts, Baran's body began to glow with a deep blue light, and the sound of his inner energy rose like the roar of an ancient dragon. At that moment, he was no longer just a human being — but an entity striving to transcend the limits of mortals!
When Narvik saw what was happening in front of him, his eyes widened, but he did not show fear… rather a slight smile, as cold as old ice.
He raised his head towards the dark sky and said in a voice full of serenity and confidence:
"Skill transformation."
At that moment, his spiritual energy rose tremendously, and the atmosphere suddenly changed. The winds began to howl, and the sky that had been raining black lightning turned into a storm of ice.
Narvik rose into the air, and a huge white vortex formed beneath him, stretching from the ground to the clouds, like a bridge between worlds. A deadly cold swept through the place, and the ground froze under his feet in an instant, so much so that even the lightning of Baran began to weaken in the face of the overwhelming cold.
With his last breath, Narvik was completely absorbed into the blizzard, and his body disappeared from sight.
Just seconds after the two storms clashed, the sky shook violently, a phenomenon not witnessed since the birth of the first mountains. The lightning storm and the blizzard exploded together, the sky swallowed itself up, and light exploded in all directions as if the sun had been reborn.
And from that celestial explosion... came Baran.
His body had changed completely — on his head emerged a pair of black horns that glittered with threads of lightning, and his body was engraved with glowing blue lines, as if the thunder itself had taken them as an eternal tattoo. Every flash around him bowed down to him… as if the lightning had found its master.
But this was just the beginning.
Suddenly, the lightning around him began to rage with unprecedented fury, dancing in the sky like snakes of light. Then it split into five huge sections, each carrying enough energy to obliterate a mountain. The lightning bolts descended to Earth, then bounced back with astonishing speed towards Baran, as if bowing down to him!
In a mysterious movement, the five rays rushed towards his face… all entering his right eye. At that moment, his eye was illuminated by a light too intense to look at, and its blackness turned into a vortex of endless lightning.
The blizzard exploded with tremendous force, and the earth shook under the pressure of the flowing icy energy. The snowflakes flew in every direction, sparkling like fragments of stars falling from the sky.
And amidst this terrifying explosion…
Narvik is out. He was surrounded by an aura of pure ice, and the snow swirled around him in a sacred dance, as if guarding its master. When it fully appeared, the sky had gone dark, and the cold was like a sword cutting through the air itself.
And suddenly… the snow exploded around him again! A column of white light rose toward the sky, and from the storm emerged the new Narvik — with long hair that billowed as if each strand were made of celestial ice, and on his back, great wings. The feathers from those wings began to glow slowly, then they separated in the air. Every feather that flies away freezes for a moment, then another is born in its place — as if those wings know no end… know no annihilation.
In the stillness of the snow-covered orchard, Narvik stood smiling, a cool calm etched on his face. He raised his hand serenely and said in a voice full of strength:
"Attack of the Snow Phoenix Feathers!"
At that same moment, a tremendous icy energy gathered around him, transforming into thousands of snow-glittering feathers that rushed towards his opponent like a whirlwind of white blades.
Baran did not back down; instead, he smiled, a five-pointed flash of light in his right eye, dancing between pain and anger. Blood began to trickle from his eye, but he paid no heed. He raised his hand, saying in a voice filled with agitation:
"Dragon Destruction Attack!"
The two sides' forces clashed, and the Lightning Dragon met the Ice Phoenix in a single moment…
Explosion! The ground shook beneath their feet, and the orchard turned into rubble and smoke.
But amidst the destruction, a snowy feather emerged from the heart of the explosion, glistening like the breath of death, heading straight towards Baran to begin its next attack...
Baran grasped the spear with both hands, and sparks of lightning shot out from it, powerfully cutting through the air. The falling feathers attacked relentlessly, and the sky rained down on him as if it had no intention of showing mercy.
"What is this?! Are they endless feathers or what?!" Baran shouted angrily, taking a step back and attacking at the same time.
But before he could grasp what was happening, ice covered the ground around him, and a stifling cold spread as if the world itself had frozen, and the attack began.
"What?! Feathers and ice at the same time?!" Baran said in shock as he tightened his grip on the spear, preparing to attack.
He raised his head towards the sky, his eyes flashing with lightning, then he shouted in a voice that shook the place:
"Sound of the Dragon Attack!"
The moment his words came out, a great dragon of lightning formed behind him, roaring with a majestic voice that pierced the clouds, and with its roar the ice shattered into dust, and the feathers scattered in the air as if they had never been.
Before the dragon could destroy everything, Narvik suddenly appeared beside Baran, amidst a whirlwind of ice and wind. He smiled calmly and said in a cold voice:
"Dragon Sound Attack... When you use this attack, it gathers all the lightning, even the one that protects you. That is your weakness, Baran."
Baran's eyes widened in shock, and before he could react or move, Narvik charged with a single attack, the power of which was enough to send him flying through the air, with lightning sparks scattering around his body like flashes of pain.
"What... what happened?!" Baran said in a broken voice, struggling to get up, his body trembling with pain and surprise.
He looked up and saw Narvik standing before him with deadly calm, holding his sword in his right hand pointed at him, and in the other hand he held Baran's spear — that spear which had been completely shattered, leaving only remnants scattered by the cold winds.
Narvik's gaze was razor-sharp, merciless, while Baran stood stunned, realizing for the first time that he had already lost.
"The fight is over... and I am the victor," Narvik said calmly, throwing Baran's spear to the ground, then returning his sword to its place with a confident step.
"What?! No... I haven't lost yet!" Baran shouted stubbornly, trying to stand up, but before he could finish his words, a huge white light flashed and hit him hard, knocking him to the ground motionless.
Narvik slowly turned his head towards the source of the light and saw the old man standing there, his eyes shining with mysterious wisdom.
Narvik said in a cold tone:
"You knew I would win, so why did you make him fight me?"
The old man replied, bending down to lift Baran's wounded body:
"Because I wanted to make him have a real fight... a fight that would make him see the limits of his strength."