The air between them sizzled with raw energy, the battlefield trembling under the force of their clash. Cruzer's void aura pulsed outward, distorting space around him, but Rin was no longer just enduring it—she was weaving through it.
Her breath came steady now, her heartbeat syncing with the rhythm of the fight. Every muscle in her body burned, but she ignored the pain. The exhaustion, the strain—it all faded beneath the singular focus of battle.
This is it. This is my moment.
Cruzer lunged, his greatsword cleaving through the air like a black flash of destruction. Rin twisted, narrowly avoiding the strike as the sheer force of the swing sent a violent gust rippling across the battlefield. Rocks shattered beneath them, the impact forming deep trenches where his blade met the ground.
But Rin wasn't standing still.
She was already on the move.
