The clash lit up the horizon.
Kaen's flames roared, Ceyla's lightning fractured the sky, Khael's wind echoed through every heartbeat.
The air was alive, a storm of Shinrei light and raw fury.
And for a moment… it seemed like they had the upper hand.
Bakuza's cloak tore under the pressure, the obsidian chains flickering as Kaen's fire finally forced him back.
He crashed into the cracked stone with a snarl his form dissolving into shadow before reforming, battered but still solid.
Khael stood at the front, sword drawn, eyes glowing with draconic resonance.
"It's over, Bakuza."
The void-warrior's grin widened, blood tracing down his chin.
"Over? You still think I came here alone?"
The temperature dropped instantly.
The smoke behind him rippled folding in on itself like ink sinking through water.
A thin whisper echoed through the silence.
Step.
Step.
Step.
