Rex wrenched Damocles free from the corpse of the final Shadow Empousa, his breath ragged, his chest rising and falling like a forge's bellows.
The blade, cloaked in writhing black flames, hissed as it devoured the dark blood spilling from his opponent's body, consuming flesh and spirit alike in a grotesque, spectral inferno.
The stench of burning essence filled the air, clawing at his senses, but Rex didn't flinch. Instead, he glared into the darkness ahead, his sweat-soaked face set in a determined snarl.
"Still not done, huh?" he growled, his voice a mix of frustration and fiery resolve. His amber eyes burned with a light that could rival the infernos around him as he looked past the crumbling remains of his foes.
