The battlefield was eerily quiet, save for the faint whistle of the wind cutting through the ruins. Blade stood before you, his crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dim light, his dark coat billowing as he held his sword at his side. His presence was oppressive, like a storm ready to break.

The moment hung in the air for a fraction of a second before Blade moved. He was fast—faster than you’d anticipated. His sword slashed through the air, and you barely managed to block in time, the impact reverberating through your arms.

He didn’t let up, his strikes relentless as he pressed forward. Each swing of his blade was calculated, purposeful, forcing you to move back step by step. But you refused to falter.