In the depths of a sprawling futuristic city, Solar stands with a quiet intensity, the air thick with anticipation. Pixel materializes nearby, his sleek black frame illuminated by cold red accents.

“Your flames are relics of the past,” Pixel states, his voice devoid of emotion as he activates his laser claws.

Solar’s expression remains unyielding. “And your machines won’t replace what’s fundamental.”

Without warning, Pixel strikes, claws glinting menacingly. Solar responds in kind, igniting his sword with fierce flames. The two collide in a brutal exchange, each blow calculated and deliberate.