The young prince's pupils contracted. The man before him was neither human nor dragon. He looked like a vile demon that had crawled out of hell to steal his soul and leave him burning forever in the nether flames.
"Don't mess with me!" he roared, his voice shaking. Yet even now, his overwhelming pride refused to let him become Max's victim. His armor shone brightly, crimson light spilling from it before attacking Max in pulsing waves, crashing again and again against his void armor.
The winds born from the attacks shook the mana-born jungle around them, ripping through the trees and sending towering trunks crashing to the ground. Leaves scattered through the air like a green storm, and the ground beneath them kept trembling as if the whole jungle itself was trying to crawl away. It looked like a catastrophe, but Max stood there and faced it all.
