A cold breeze swept across the battlefield, carrying the crimson fog away and gradually revealing Ka'z beneath it. His body had returned to its usual lean, muscular form, but something about him had changed.
A faint red hue escaped from beneath his scales, almost as though his entire body had been heated from within. Thin wisps of red steam continued to rise from his skin, twisting around his shoulders before disappearing into the cold air.
Ka'z slowly lowered his gaze toward Charles and tightened his grip around the twin hand axes at his sides. His expression was calm, but there was no trace of the playful confidence he had shown earlier.
"Brother Charles. Don't blame me for what happens next... Blame your arrogance," Ka'z said as his fingers curled firmly around the hilts of his weapons.
Bang!
