Kaito's battle with the Master of the Abyss resonated the air with shudders, ripples of power radiating out with such force that reality itself quivered.
Kaito sliced his sword into the Master's black tentacles in a flash of light and darkness, the collision a deafening crash that drowned all ears for a moment.
Blinding light crashed into suffocating darkness, splitting the air with primal, elemental fury.
The ground around them—the remains of some ancient, fractured citadel on the lip of the Abyss—groaned in response.
Fracture lines spread across shattered spires, and the sky above boiled vigorously with blazing clouds of ash and energy. Each blow would tear the world in two.
The Master's golden eyes burned with fury, twin flames of anger in the dark. But Kaito remained firm, the weight of his choices rooted him like iron stakes driven deep into the earth.
