With a deafening crash, Kyle's body plummeted into the heart of a forest in what remained of the Sacred Divine Land, creating a massive crater and obliterating the surrounding trees.
His vision blurred as he gazed at the swirling dust and debris around him. His fingers twitched in an attempt to move, but he found himself immobilized.
A familiar figure landed just outside the crater where he lay, staring down at him.
Unsettling silence blanketed the scene, broken only by the ragged rhythm of Kyle's erratic breathing and the sound of debris cascading around him. For two hours, he had fought Azazeal, and it was clear as day who had emerged victorious.
As his hazy green gaze finally locked onto the obsidian eyes with purple slits, he let out a self-deprecating chuckle.
"What... are you staring at...?"
He mumbled incoherently, blinking to clear the blood clouding his vision.
