Blood streamed down Grugrim's face, dripping past his cracked lips and onto the stone below.
His left arm was gone, and his chest burned with every breath.
Pain throbbed in waves across his whole body, but none of that mattered now.
Because this... this was the moment.
As Malik's inferno screamed down from above, Grugrim made his move.
The flames neared—a spiraling column of destruction, ready to erase him from the world.
But then—
FWHOOOM!
A pulse of magic blasted out from Grugrim's body, and light burst in front of him, forming a massive, glowing sigil in the air—a circular pattern of runes, shimmering and spinning like a wheel made of raw energy.
The heat warped around it. Grugrim clenched his jaw, spat blood, and thrust his remaining hand toward the sky.
His voice cracked through the chaos, rough and powerful.
And he yelled:
"Full Counter!"
Malik's flame collided with the barrier—
KRA-KOOOOOOOOOM!!
A shockwave tore through the stadium like a hurricane.
