The moment shattered like glass.
"RAAAAAHHHHH!!"
Matthew lunged, claws trailing ribbons of black flame. Tiles burst apart as his corrupted body surged forward, eyes glowing like two abyssal lanterns.
"Finally!" Kaen roared back, his fists igniting with crimson Shinrei. He met Matthew head-on, their first collision thunderous, shockwaves cracked the walls, shattered windows, sent dust spiraling upward.
Claw against fist.
Void against flame.
The gym floor cratered beneath them.
Khael slid back, eyes narrowing. Now… it's up to me.
His dragon heritage stirred, the whisper of Azael, the ancient drake whose memories burned within his soul. Khael dropped to one knee, pressing his palm against the shattered floor. Veins of gold light spread outward like a sigil, pulsing.
(Remember, hatchling… when the Void takes hold, bind it at the roots. Anchor their Shinrei with dragonfire. Do not hesitate, lest the abyss swallows them whole.)
