Drakhar's blade ignited the air.
Each swing caused explosions of compressed shadow-fire.
Kaito countered with refined constructs—shields, spears, wings—controlled and precise.
But Drakhar thrived in chaos.
The battlefield expanded, forests igniting around them.
The hunter assisted from range, severing fragments of Drakhar's armor.
"You cannot refine rage!" Drakhar roared.
Kaito's voice remained calm.
"I don't need rage."
He compressed shadow into a single blade.
Focused.
Sharp.
And struck directly at Drakhar's core.
The explosion was blinding.
When the smoke cleared—
Drakhar knelt.
And laughed.
"Good."