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As the battle between the two powerhouses raged on amidst the ruins of Ironrust, the once tranquil landscape was transformed into a hellish tableau of fire and blood. Streaks of orange, yellow, and black intermingled with pools of crimson, painting a picture of destruction and chaos. Smoke billowed into the heavens, the acrid fumes tainting the sky and obscuring the last vestiges of purity.
"Y-You were powerful, but I think this is o-over," Toga gasped, his words punctuated by labored breaths as he surveyed the battlefield. His body, battered and bruised, bore the marks of the fierce combat, yet the dragon slayer remained standing, a testament to his unyielding spirit. Across from him, beyond the charred grass and the blood-stained bark of shattered trees, Shinsui lay motionless, seemingly vanquished by Toga's onslaught.
For an hour, the two had been locked in a dance of mortal combat, the full extent of Toga's fiery magic unleashed as he drew upon the depths of his dragon slayer abilities. The pink-haired mage had emerged victorious, but not without paying a heavy price. A gaping wound marred his abdomen, while countless gashes, cuts, and bruises adorned his frame, a grim tapestry of the battle's toll.
Shinsui had proven himself a formidable adversary, pushing Toga to the very limits of his endurance. Their clash was akin to two forces of nature colliding, each refusing to yield until one finally succumbed to the inevitable. In truth, neither Toga nor Shinsui could be considered the loser of this bout. No, it was Earthland itself that had suffered the most, the island of Ironrust rendered nearly unrecognizable by their titanic struggle.