Charon smiled, his unseen face now a grotesque, sardonic grin—a crescent moon on a starless night. From his sleeves and hood, countless icy particles erupted, slamming violently against Shiro's aura.
The battle had already begun without a single physical blow exchanged. The Pleiades held their breath, knowing they were about to witness a clash unlike anything seen in a human lifetime.
Suddenly, Shiro's focus sharpened; his eyes widened, like a predator locking onto its prey. He was about to strike.
Charon, unimpressed, thought to himself:
The Pleiades? Just faint stars in the sky, a cluster of barely visible lights. I will extinguish your glow once and for all. My deep darkness engulfs everything!
Shiro charged his opponent with astounding speed, each strike accompanied by a fierce cry. His attacks were swift, fluid, and naturally sequenced.
