Zakar's Tyrann Sword clashed against a sphere of roaring fire, splitting it in two with a sharp metallic ring. The halves detonated behind him, shaking the ground and sending embers hissing across the ground.
Justin stood opposite him, chest heaving, flames wreathing his body like armor forged from anger itself. His eyes glowed not just with heat, but with something far more venomous. Hatred. Pure, consuming hatred.
Zakar narrowed his gaze. "Hmm. You seem to be taking a personal revenge on someone." His tone was steady, though his body shifted, ready for the next strike.
Justin didn't answer. He only trembled, his stare growing distant. The flames around him flickered erratically, as though they weren't fully his own.
Zakar paused, reading the signs. His instincts screamed at him.
