The battlefield of mists writhed, bones clicking, worms threading through void-flesh. The Right Hand shambled forward, half-man, half-void, its ribs glowing with unholy eyes that blinked in places eyes should never exist.
Rael was already half-lit with Judicator radiance his armor cracked, light bleeding through as if his body itself were fracturing. His voice was ragged, yet unwavering.
"Seventy percent… Judicator Form… is enough."
The air trembled as his greatsword swung down, each strike splitting ground and purging patches of mist. Still, the abomination reformed, stitching itself together with writhing worms.
Beside him, Kaen's veins blazed like molten rivers. His aura flickered red-black, fire twisting with shadow.
He grit his teeth, blood dripping from his nose.
(I'll use what I learned… from Pervert sage monk…)
The memory of harsh, mocking laughter, endless drills, and brutal sparring flashed in his mind. Kaen's lips curled into a grin.
