The ground vibrated with intensity as Harden, James and Robert Osborn engaged in battle, their swords meeting in a flurry of sparks. Around them, dozens of warriors fought, trees splintered under stray strikes, and spells lit the air like storm fire-but none drew more eyes than the duel at the center.
Harden strikes came heavy, brutal, like hammers crashing against iron walls. His sword whistled through the air, following embers as his anger poured into every swing. Robert met each blow, feet sliding back across the soil, his sword flashing in precise arcs. He did not fight with raw power—he fought with rhythm, patience, and the deadly calm of someone who trusted his sword more than his own breath.
"You will break, Osborn!" Harden roared, his aura flashing crimson. With a quick twist of his shoulders, he sent forth a blazing, sweeping slash.
Harden used the Crimson Arc Slash sword technique.
