Asher scoffed at Liam's words, clearly not interested in anything. Instead, he launched himself at Galen again, flames roaring around his blade, each step more fluid and precise than before.
His feet barely touched the ground as he moved, his blue flames casting an ethereal glow around him. But Galen only smirked, shifting effortlessly to dodge Asher's onslaught.
Asher's blade sliced through the air, each movement calculated, yet Galen weaved around every strike as if Asher's attacks were nothing more than a playful breeze.
He leaned back, side-stepped, and twisted just out of reach, his calm confidence radiating with each evasion.
"Getting desperate, Blue Flames?" Galen taunted as he dodged another wild swing. "I almost broke a sweat there."
Asher clenched his jaw, tightening his grip on his sword. "I'll wipe that smug grin off your face, just watch—"
