The battlefield had fallen silent for a moment.
Zorwath stood tall, his presence dominating the scorched earth. Before him, Aamir lay motionless, blood seeping from wounds across his body. His breath was shallow. His body trembled, broken by the weight of the Crimson Titan Form.
Zorwath slowly stepped forward, his voice calm and mocking.
"Look at you. You possess my power... yet you don't even know how to wield it."
Inside Aamir's mind, his system spoke weakly:
[Warning: User has drained all available energy. Estimated recovery time: 4 hours.]
[System Alert: Crimson Titan Form has pushed your body beyond safe thresholds. Movement is currently impossible.]
His vision blurred. His eyelids grew heavier with each heartbeat.
"Rage won't help you win, boy," Zorwath continued, circling around him like a predator.
