The Cursed Lord only smiled.
Her hand moved lazily, and from the mist around her, a dozen black tendrils lashed outward. They struck Kaen like whips, piercing through his aura and hurling him aside as though he were a mere child.
"URK—!!" Kaen's body twisted in the air. He spat blood before slamming into the broken earth, carving a trench through shattered stone. His flaming aura flickered violently, half-extinguished.
"Kaen!!" Rael's voice cut sharp through the chaos.
"Kaen!!" Lira echoed, panic rising in her throat.
Sythen lowered her hand, smirking.
"That reckless one… I can already tell. He burns brightest only because he has nothing to lose. How dull."
Rael's eyes narrowed. His rage was quiet, cold, and searing. His Seireiken vibrated in his grip, resonating with his fury and with Seraphis's emerald will.
"…Damn you." His teeth clenched as the words came like a vow.
The spirit within him answered.
"Do not falter, Rael. Call upon me fully."
