Pyraegon whispered, "Now," his voice low and final. "We begin."
He charged in again, darkness shrouding his attacking palm. This time, his movement carried even more authority. He growled another verbal proclamation in honor of Hadas, "You all would crumble under just one foot of my father." The sentence made it sound like a hadas was one fearsome giant.
Eldrick's mind darted through everything that had unfolded. Pyraegon had fought with his fist although, showcasing just one impossible ability. "Does that mean killing him would only make him stronger?" he whispered.
This time, Eldrick didn't wait for Pyraegon's strike. "Go to hell—you and your father!" he roared, taking a defensive stance.
"Me and my father are hell," Pyraegon smirked.
BOOM! His fist cloaked in dark aura collided with Eldrick's palm, and in that instant, Eldrick realized he was at a disadvantage.
