"Why are you so eager to kill me, Gaon?" He chuckles, his hand extending. From the thin air, a crystal sword manifests, beautiful and terrible, warping the space around it as though it alone rules this plane. Even I feel its crushing presence pressing against me, trying to force doubt into my heart. But Pride inside me blazes brighter, refusing to bow. I burn with certainty that I am the most powerful existence of all.
"Why don't we have a cup of tea and talk this over like adults? What do you say?" His nonchalant words are betrayed as his sword crashes down on me. My scythe, hungering for his blood, surges to meet it. The clash shakes the world, shockwaves bursting outward like a star exploding in supernova. Mountains far below crumble into dust, and cracks spread through the very fabric of the sky. My arms tremble with pain, but my thirst for vengeance shines hotter than agony.
