Raze smiled. How long had he been with the others from Pagna now?
At times, he wondered if bringing them here had been a mistake, if it would have been better to shoulder this entire burden alone. But through the festival, through every clash and trial they had faced, and even now, they had proven themselves beyond any doubt.
He hadn't told them what to do. He hadn't asked them to risk everything like this.
And yet… they had still done it.
As Raze smiled, a fresh onslaught of wind attacks howled toward him. He tightened his grip on his sword as darkness gathered around the blade, swirling until the steel looked like it was made of shadow itself.
"The second formation… Eclipse Strike."
He swung sideways.
A crescent arc of darkness ripped across the arena, cutting through a huge cluster of the incoming attacks.
The rest of the wind strikes veered off their original path, hurtling toward Liam.
