With the mysterious figure gone, Talaro's confidence surged back.
He opened his palm, feeling the pulsing weight of Khaos still coursing through his veins. A grin spread across his face as the power of Daurgothoth surged, sheathing his saber in a chilling, dark aura. "Perfect," he sneered, the blade humming with ominous intent.
He didn't waste a second.
With pinpoint precision, he surged forward, targeting the weakest and most vulnerable—Vayarel, who was still on his knees, barely breathing.
"Don't you dare!!" Dark Emery roared, stepping in just in time.
BAMM!!
The collision unleashed a shockwave that spiraled through the enclosed bubble realm, warping the air and rattling the spatial boundaries. Dark Emery grunted as he caught the brunt of the dark elf's heavy strike, his feet skidding across the fractured surface beneath them.
