The battle raged on without pause.
CLASH!
BOOM!
WHOOSHHHH!
Steel, flame, and shadow collided again and again, neither giving an inch.
Just like when the fight began, there was still no clear victor—only rising tension and exploding power.
Stacia swung downward with all her strength, her grip tightening around her crimson blade.
Flames erupted violently from the edge.
VOOOOSHHH!!
BOOOOM!!!
She struck the ground with enough force to shake the entire arena, the fiery blast carving out a fresh crater beneath her feet.
The shockwave rippled outward, scorching the air.
But instead of satisfaction, Stacia simply clicked her tongue.
Tsk…
"You're quite slippery…"
"Hehe~ being tricky is my specialty…" the dark spirit—wearing Flamme's form like a second skin—answered with a coy, amused tone.
She stood only a few meters away, shadowy wisps coiling around her body.
Though she looked like she was enjoying herself, her guarded stance told a different truth.
