As the distant figure got closer, Raidon squinted, finally recognising who it was. Daisuke was hurrying towards them, his movements driven by urgency and fear.
Once Daisuke was close enough to take in the grim scene, he paused, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes locked onto Makoto, who remained on his knees, bloodied and defeated.
Raidon smirked, relishing the anguish he saw in Daisuke's eyes. Without breaking his gaze from Daisuke, Raidon raised his sword and, with a swift motion, severed Makoto's head. The gruesome sight made Daisuke scream in rage, a primal sound that sailed across the battlefield.
With fury coursing through his veins, Daisuke charged at Raidon. As their swords clashed, the viciousness of Daisuke's attacks drove Raidon back. Raidon, ever the composed warrior, sneered as he parried the onslaught.
"You aren't ripe enough yet," he taunted, his voice dripping with condescension.
