"As you wish," Nero replied with a cool detachment, his voice carrying an undertone of resignation as he acquiesced to the inevitable.
With a fluid motion, he drew his sword from its sheath, the metal gleaming ominously in the dim light of the clearing.
Assuming a stance honed through years of training and discipline, he focused his attention on the naive figure of Logan, a mixture of pity and determination flickering behind his steely gaze.
In that fleeting moment, a deafening
"BANG!" shattered the tranquility of the surroundings, the reverberations echoing through the forest like a thunderclap.
Alongside the explosive sound, a potent surge of spiritual pressure cascaded over the scene, its weight bearing down like a suffocating burden.
Nero's movements were a blur of speed and precision as he vanished from his original position, a phantom in the shifting shadows.
