Across from him, Zeri's demonic aura erupted as well.
The dark-blue patterns covering his body seemed to pulse as an overwhelming demonic pressure poured from him. The broken road trembled beneath his feet, loose stones vibrating across the pavement while the tentacles rising from his back spread wide behind him. His clawed hands lowered beside his body, and his golden eyes remained fixed entirely on Yuuta.
Yuuta stood opposite him with Raven's sword in his hand.
The green aura surrounding the blade was fading.
His breathing had become ragged, his arms felt impossibly heavy, and every muscle in his body screamed from exhaustion. The recovery potion had already given him everything it could, and even his aura was beginning to weaken after being forced through one attack after another.
Still, Yuuta didn't lower the sword.
Their pressures collided in the middle of the ruined street, sending dust and fragments of debris rolling away from them. Neither spoke. Neither needed to.
