The battlefield lay cracked and littered with remnants of their earlier clashes. Rubble from shattered walls, broken tiles, and scorched ground testified to the raw power exchanged between Kaiser and Bert. The air around them trembled with heat, tension, and the remnants of shadow energy.
Kaiser stood, panting lightly, twin shadow blades hovering beside him, flickering faintly as if whispering vengeance. Dust swirled between them in the fractured battlefield, the remains of collapsed structures and shattered stone echoing the fury of their ongoing war.
Bert, his sleeveless coat scorched, the fabric hanging in tatters around his brawny frame, smirked through bloodstained lips. His armor shimmered with residual divine light, casting fleeting glows in the smoky air. He wiped the crimson from his chin with the back of his hand, eyes gleaming with both amusement and admiration.
