CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK
The fight was a blur of movement and energy, but Kael's opponent was relentless, striking with a precision that made every block and dodge feel like a gamble with death.
Even with Venezia Sanguis, Kael could barely keep up, each exchange pushing his limits.
His dark magic lashed out in wild, violent bursts, but the figure before him only grinned, treating the fight like a game.
"Is this all you've got, little dragon?" the man sneered.
Kael's jaw tightened as he launched forward again, slashing with his sword.
Aethral Fang glowed ominously in his hand, its whispers urging him on.
CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK
The two clashed in a storm of sparks and power, but just as Kael managed to gain a foothold, a chilling voice rang out across the battlefield.
"YOU MIGHT BE KAEL."
Kael froze mid-swing, his blood turning cold.
The voice came from behind him, smooth and confident.
