David landed gracefully, his feet barely making a sound as the shadows around him settled. The lingering energy from his [SHADOW WRATH] still crackled in the air, its ominous hum fading slowly. He stood tall, victorious, a dark, satisfied gleam in his eyes. The combination of his power and Luna's had been enough to subdue the beast, and for a brief moment, he allowed himself a breath of relief.
"Glad I perfected that skill," he thought, reflecting on the countless hours spent refining the synergy between his abilities. Without it, [SHADOW REVOLVER] would have ripped him apart just as easily as it had decimated the creature.
But something felt off.
A sudden, gut-wrenching instinct seized him, a primal warning that surged through his veins. His senses screamed for him to move, and in the blink of an eye, David's body tensed. The monster, which he had assumed lay dead in the wake of his onslaught, stirred with a guttural snarl.
