The air crackled with tension as Kaid, now consumed by the dark magic of his haunting armor, faced off against Livian, a powerful mage determined to rein in his berserk fury. The streets around them bore the scars of their previous clash, with debris scattered and windows shattered, a testament to the sheer force they had unleashed.
Kaid's armor radiated an ominous aura, a swirling darkness that seemed to devour the light around him. His eyes glowed a fierce red, like two fiery embers burning within the depths of his helm. He moved with an unnatural speed, his steps heavy yet agile, each movement carrying the weight of his menacing intent. His blade, the very embodiment of his magic, gleamed with a malevolent energy, a weapon forged from his determination to overcome any obstacle.
