In a burst of speed, Lucas executed a series of acrobatic manoeuvres, avoiding Yato's strikes while launching his relentless assault. The azure glow of his sword illuminated the battlefield as if the very essence of the sky had descended upon it.
But time was running out. Lucas felt the strain in every swing, the toll of pushing his limits evident in his movements.
As Yato prepared for a decisive strike, Lucas summoned the last reserves of his energy. "I won't falter," he muttered under his breath, determination flashing in his forest-green eyes.
Their blades collided with each other again sending shockwaves to the entire area.
The shockwaves from the collision resonated through the mountainous terrain, causing a ripple in the air around Yato and Lucas. The intensity of their clash reached a crescendo, and for a moment, it seemed as if time itself had stilled.
