Zypharion fought Almond and Lily simultaneously.
He should have been winning. His combat power exceeded either of them by nearly thirty million. His deck was Tier-32 and fully refined. His rupture waves were not the kind of attack that could be answered by ordinary defenses.
He was losing.
Slowly. Carefully. By increments small enough that he had not yet noticed.
Every rupture wave he released was absorbed by Lily's Dreadling barriers and converted into Dreadling growth. Every time he attempted to close the distance, Almond's Grimblades intercepted at angles that forced him to reposition. Every defensive structure he formed weakened slightly under the constant pressure of Grim Severam, and the weakening did not recover between his attacks because the field never lifted.
He was being processed.
