Chapter 50 - Chapter 50: I STAND ON TOP.

Blue and black auras thrashed against each other like furious storm clouds, a tempestuous dance of defiance. David, a phantom in the shadows, moved with preternatural grace. His attacks were balletic strikes of obsidian fury, each aimed at a chink in Draven's impenetrable armour.But Draven, a mountain forged from steel and stoicism, stood firm. His eyes, burning embers behind the visor, tracked the fleeting movements with practised ease. Each flash of David's shadowy blade was met with a metallic clang, a spark erupting like a dying star in the charged air."Dark attributes, is it?" Draven rumbled, his voice a low tremor. A flicker of recognition sparked in his gaze – the mark of a fallen Sanctarian Knight, trained extensively to combat the very shadows David wielded. David, unknowingly, had chosen the worst possible opponent for his brand of warfare.