The ruins still smoked from the aftermath of Master Vince's last strike. The earth itself had been split open molten cracks glowing like veins of a wounded god.
K stumbled through the haze, his once-pristine coat torn, his right arm trembling violently. His orange hair, wild and untamed like a burning flame, glinted faintly under the dying light. His lips curled into a crooked smirk as he wiped the blood trailing down his chin.
K muttered, voice low but venom-laced.
"Heh… I tanked his attack and observed his strength… tested it…"
He spat on the ground, his boots crunching against the shattered remains of the battlefield.
"Looks like he's still strong. That old bastard... hasn't lost his edge."
K clenched his fist, the void energy swirling faintly around it. His veins pulsed a dull black.
"Voidborn might not be enough... I need something stronger. Much stronger... if I'm ever to kill that old man."
