Strax completely disarmed Darius.
The Black Iron Sword flew far away, spinning through the air before embedding itself into the ground, out of Darius's reach.
Darius fell to his knees, disarmed and hopeless. The frenzy of energy around him dissipated, leaving only a broken and defeated man. He looked at Strax, his expression a mix of hatred and despair. "This can't be... I'm stronger than you! Always have been!"
Strax didn't respond immediately. He looked at Darius with a cutting coldness, his Claymore still in an attacking stance, ready to deliver the final blow if necessary. "Having power means nothing if you don't know how to use it. This is just the result of my effort. Unlike the coward who kidnapped my wife."
Darius trembled, his body exhausted, his mind struggling to process the defeat. He tried to rise, but his legs gave way, leaving him powerless on the ground. "You... can't... defeat me... like this..."
