The desolate mountain range stretched endlessly before the combatants, its jagged peaks piercing the overcast sky like the teeth of some ancient beast. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and the faint tang of blood, a testament to the carnage unfolding on the rocky terrain. Kuroshi stood at the center of this desolate battlefield, his dark cloak billowing in the biting wind, his masked face unreadable. Across from him, Elias's uncle glared with unbridled fury, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and determination. The tension between them was palpable, a storm brewing amidst the craggy cliffs and barren slopes.
"So, what's it going to be?" Kuroshi's voice dripped with mockery, his masked visage tilting slightly as he observed the older man's enraged expression. "Scared to hurt them because they were your friends?"
