Sitting upon his throne, Vicente observed the clash unfolding before him. The towering manifestations of light and darkness surged against the ice dragon, attacking with relentless fury.
The figure of light raised its golden arrow, pulsing with divine brilliance, while waves of pulsating shadows emanated from the figure of darkness, crashing into Kong's colossal form like an unrelenting tide. Kong, a dragon the size of a mountain, endured these attacks, his ancient, frost-covered body coated in sharp, jagged ice that shimmered against the contrasting powers that sought to destroy him.
