Ashes of grass drifted through the air as the scorching sun blazed overhead, slowly descending toward the western horizon.
Raiden and Seth stood facing each other—Raiden's blue aura flickering with irritation and rage as he clenched his fists, while Seth's golden aura remained steady and serene, his calm gaze fixed upon his opponent.
Raiden stared back, his blood slowly boiling, but he knew he had to remain calm and calculated. He feinted forward, testing Seth with a deliberate step. Before his foot could touch the ground, Seth was already there.
Raiden's expression darkened, mouth slightly parted in shock as he raised his guard against Seth's incoming strike. At the last second, Seth redirected the blow upward, catching Raiden's jaw and dropping him hard to the ground.
