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Surprise etched itself across Fathoran\'s face as he witnessed the abrupt change in Elio\'s control.

The ten carbon fingers, now interlaced with gleaming veins of nickel, rose menacingly around the young man.

The Elephant\'s energy seemed to vibrate in harmony with this new manifestation of power.

Fathoran, quickly recovering from his astonishment, attempted to reclaim his daggers.

Fathoran Mana: 11.5

He extended his hand, invoking his magnetic power, but to his dismay, the weapons remained unresponsive, not moving even a little despite the mana pull.

They stood motionless, as if deaf to his call.

Before the incredulous eyes of all present, the daggers began to sink into the carbon and nickel fingers. The process was slow but inexorable, as if the structures created by Elio were devouring Fathoran\'s weapons.

Elio Mana: 20

The Founder, aware that he had lost the advantage, wasted no time on lamentations. With a fluid movement, he began to gather energy for another area attack, determined not to let Elio take control of the battle.

Fathoran Mana: 9.5

However, before he could launch his offensive, Elio acted.

With astonishing precision, he projected fine strands of carbon and nickel that coiled around Fathoran\'s joints, immobilizing him.

Elio Mana: 18

Fathoran growled in frustration, his face contorting into a grimace of rage. He concentrated his corrosive power on the bindings, gradually melting them.

Fathoran Mana: 8.5

But something had changed. The process was slower than he expected; Elio\'s combined power seemed more resistant to corrosion.

Seizing his opponent\'s momentary immobility, Elio launched his giant hands against Fathoran.

Elio Mana: 16

The fingers, now armed with the assimilated daggers turned into lethal claws, headed towards the Founder with dizzying speed.

At the last instant, Fathoran managed to free himself from his bindings.

Fathoran Mana: 8

With a movement born from a century of experience, he unsheathed his sword and interposed it in the path of Elio\'s hands.

The clash was intense.

Sparks flew as the metal of Fathoran\'s sword met the carbon and nickel fingers. The Founder managed to deflect the attack that threatened to decapitate him, but he couldn\'t completely avoid the assault.

The claws on Elio\'s fingers, formerly Fathoran\'s daggers, found their mark.

Three of them traced a deadly arc, cutting deeply into Fathoran\'s side. The Founder let out a cry of pain and surprise, staggering back several steps.

Fathoran: 474 - 105 crit = 1 Resistance / 278 Armor Resistance.

Blood gushed from Fathoran\'s wounds, staining the ground.

For the first time since the confrontation began, a flicker of doubt crossed his eyes. He had underestimated Elio, and now he was paying the price.

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Elio\'s fury manifested in every movement of his gigantic carbon and nickel hands.

With a speed that defied comprehension, the artificial limbs moved behind Fathoran, seeking to enclose him in a deadly embrace.

Elio Mana: 14

Fathoran, aware of the imminent danger, decided to release the attack he had been preparing.

Two spheres of concentrated energy, ice and wind, shot from his hands towards Elio and the surrounding soldiers.

However, Selene and Lucien were prepared. Their swifts, moving in unison, created an air current that intercepted Fathoran\'s attack before it could reach its target. The sphere exploded prematurely, its power dissipating in the air without causing harm.

Lucien-Selene Mana: 25

Taking advantage of Fathoran\'s momentary distraction, Elio pressed his attack.

His real hands moved in perfect synchrony with the giant claws, as if he were conducting a deadly orchestra. Each movement was precise, every gesture calculated to corner Fathoran.

The Founder, despite being cornered, demonstrated why he had survived and ruled for so long... Why he had been the first to conquer level 5.

His agility and reflexes seemed to defy human limits. He dodged and twisted, avoiding by millimeters the lethal claws that sought his flesh.

Elio Mana: 10

Fathoran\'s strength, equivalent to that of five common men, allowed him to keep the giant hands at bay, at least for the moment. Every time a claw came too close, Fathoran deflected it with a powerful stroke of his sword or a quick movement of his body.

The combat had become a deadly dance.

Fathoran dodged and counterattacked, while Elio pressed and sought an opening. The spectators held their breath, aware that they were witnessing a duel that would define the future of their city.

In a moment of carelessness, Fathoran barely managed to avoid a claw heading directly for his head. The edge grazed his cheek, leaving a line of blood that glistened in contrast to his pale skin.

Fathoran: 279 - 35 = 1 Resistance / 243 Armor Resistance.

But before he could recover, Selene\'s swift sprang into action. With a precise gust of wind, it pushed Fathoran directly towards Elio\'s other giant hand.

Selene Mana: 24

This time, Fathoran couldn\'t avoid the impact. Two of the claws sank deep into his body, tearing a cry of pain and surprise from him. Blood gushed from the wounds, staining his armor and dripping to the ground.

Fathoran: 279 - 70 crit = 1 Resistance / 148 Armor Resistance.

Elio, sensing that victory was within his grasp, moved his other giant limb to completely trap Fathoran. The claws closed like a relentless cage around the Founder.

Elio Mana: 9

At that critical moment, Fathoran with a fluid motion raised his cloak and wrapped himself in it.

Elio, determined not to let his enemy escape, closed his giant hands around Fathoran\'s shrouded form. With all the strength he could muster, he began to crush and twist, determined to end the threat once and for all.

Elio Mana: 4

The sound of the massive carbon and nickel hands grinding filled the air.

Elio squeezed and twisted his hands, his teeth gritted with effort. Each second seemed an eternity as everyone waited to see the outcome of this devastating attack.

The onlookers watched with of hope and fear, wondering if this would truly be the end of Fathoran\'s reign.