Until the very last moment, Menax's expression remained unchanged. He used his trump card, the mantle covering his shoulders gave him great power and allowed him to use previously inaccessible golden bones.
The limits of his energy had increased, and there were no limits to his power, although he had come quite close to the threshold.
Now, all he could do was watch as the golden arm cut through the wind and the giant palm crashed down on Adam.
"Farewell, Adam," Menax said inwardly as his eyes narrowed. "You managed to make me use one of my trump cards. I'm sure our battle would have continued a little longer if you had been careful, but in the end, the outcome would have been the same."
"Hmm?" Menax frowned as a tremor ran through the golden arm. "What the...?"
Crack. Crack. Crack.
Cracks ran through the golden arm as dark flames covered the bottom of the great canyon.
