With a thunderous crash, four figures plummeted into the earth, the impact carving open a colossal sinkhole as though the ground itself sought to swallow the heavens above.
Lucian's katana flashed in a deadly arc toward the Demon King's head, while Aaaninja's blade carved forward, aiming to pierce Anthony's ribs with blistering speed.
The Demon King reacted instantly, his blade rising to intercept Lucian's strike, yet in that moment, the world shifted. In a seamless exchange, he suddenly stood where Anthony had been, and Anthony where he had been.
Lucian's katana halted mid-swing, redirected by intent, while Aaaninja's sword drove mercilessly into the Demon King's side, sliding through his ribs like a hot blade through butter. Black blood erupted into the air, scattering in dark rivulets across the battlefield.
