Back at the mountain peak, Adika scanned the ground, his eyes catching sight of a sturdy stick fallen from a nearby tree. He picked it up, gripping it tightly as though it were a sword, and pointed it at Areoluious with unwavering confidence.
The God of Wind raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement crossing his ethereal features. "Hmph, do you really think you can defeat me with that toy?" His voice carried an air of superiority, the wind swirling around him in response to his words.
Adika smirked, shifting his stance as the stick in his hand seemed to grow heavier with purpose. "I will. I know how strong I am," he declared.
The wind whipped around them, the tension between mortal and god crackling like a storm about to break.
