The dark energy raged like a storm inside Mike, as if it wanted to tear his body apart from within. He gritted his teeth, gripping his Wakizashi tighter as his vision began to blur. The lines between reality and the chaotic energy within him seemed to merge, but Mike forced his mind to stay clear.
With a roar of defiance, he plunged his sword into the ground, releasing some of the dark energy into the earth. Black lightning crackled around him, the dark flames on his blade dancing wildly. He had to act quickly. Lessgoo's laughter echoed again as the demon's form reassembled in front of him, stronger than before.
"Your time is almost up, Mike," taunted Lessgoo, his voice laced with wicked glee. "You won't be able to last long with this power."
Mike's breath was ragged, but his eyes shone with unwavering spirit. "You're wrong," he growled, standing tall. "I don't need long. I just need one perfect strike."
