The once palpable intensity began to dwindle into nothingness, Dugu Jafar pulled himself out of the rubble, as a trickling sound projected followed by the dropping of liquid.
The Nobles were filled with surprise, while the King's displeasure became ever so palpable, as they watched the pristine white Ring, stain red from the blood of Dugu Jafar.
"Your Highness," Dugu Jafar said, his voice husky as he turned his gaze towards Raph, abundant intensity growing within his chest.
"Permission to go all out"
The King's lips curled upwards in a malevolent delight. "Of course".
Within the next second, energy filled the aura with intense pressure, causing a trembling sensation to spread through the body of Raph.
The young boy grunted, holding his sword to keep his balance.
"Hah, I see you haven't given up, Dugu Jafar?" Raph asked, his tone laced with excitement, as his aura began to surge forth.
