"Feeding on the beast core has side effects—it can slowly destroy your soul," Napoleon's voice echoed firmly in Ragon's mind. "You need to finish this fight quickly, or the leftover death energy will harm you."
Ragon froze for a moment, taking in Napoleon's warning. He clenched his fists, nodded slightly, and turned his attention back to Merton, who stood with his flaming sword. Ragon gave a sly smile, his voice calm but sharp.
"I think this fight has gone on long enough. My master says it's time to end it," he said, his gaze locked on Merton.
Merton's expression darkened, his grip tightening on the sword. "End it?" he sneered. "You're the one who's going to die. Your head will be my compensation for the trouble you've caused."
"Aaaah!" With an angry roar, Merton charged at Ragon, swinging his flaming sword with full force. Ragon quickly ducked, the blade whizzing just above his head. In one smooth motion, Ragon's hands, covered in dark energy, caught the sword mid-swing.
