Draziel's voice came out deeper, resonating with power. "Someone who learned long ago that victory doesn't go to the strongest. It goes to the one willing to do whatever it takes."
The final battle began in earnest.
John launched himself forward, pouring everything into his attack. His machete blazed with maximum heat, flames extending two feet beyond the blade's edge. He executed a combination attack, mixing basic techniques with his fire talent, creating a storm of burning steel that would have overwhelmed any normal opponent.
"Slash! Slash! Slash!"
But Draziel in his true Blood Asura form was far from normal. His enhanced size gave him reach, and his transformation had multiplied his attributes far beyond what Blood Demon form could achieve. He didn't just dodge John's attacks—he flowed around them, his movements seeming to defy physics as he twisted and contorted his larger frame with impossible flexibility.
