As Aizel deftly dodged the spears coming at him, his moves became a mesmerizing dance of speed and accuracy.
With each step, he avoided the dangerous projectiles by moving in perfect sync with his surroundings.
His focus remained unyielding, and his eyes locked on Kelvin as he steadily closed the distance between them.
"How about this?" Kelvin said.
Suddenly, the ground beneath Aizel's feet was shifting and altering as he made his way toward Kelvin.
His sharp instincts alerted him to the danger as multiple iron traps materialized, their menacing spikes gleaming in the darklight.
Aizel knew that if he made a mistake, it would be disastrous, as the traps were designed to sever limbs in an instant.
With a fiery determination, Aizel leaped into the air, using his fire abilities to propel himself forward.
As he flew toward Kelvin, Sekki obeyed his order and split into many blades that flew through the air.
