A slow, genuine smile spread across Davi's lips, one that never reached his eyes.
He took a deep breath, renewing his desire to kill his own father. His heart raced, and his senses sharpened.
Davi had never felt as calm as he did in that moment.
Normally, just Norman's aura was enough to make him uneasy, as if something was always suffocating him.
"I understand," Davi said, his voice calm in contrast to the chaos around them. He raised his sword. "It will be a good thing for the world when I kill you."
Norman laughed, his tone dripping with disdain.
"Empty words from a failure. You don't have what it takes to defeat me."
And with that, the true battle began.
Norman would no longer hold back; he unleashed his full power. Lightning danced violently around him as he charged forward.
His attacks were like the fury of a storm. Every strike of his axe was a thunderclap that shook the earth, every movement left behind a trail of crackling bolts.
