The clash between Loren Vance and Erebus filled the cavern with a cacophony of violence. Claws raked against steel, sparks scattering like fireflies, while each impact carried the weight of inevitability. And yet… Loren still stood.
The squad stared from the sidelines, breath held tight in their chests. None of them had expected this. Minutes ago, Loren had been on the edge of being devoured whole. Now, with each swing of his blade, his movements seemed sharper, his aura heavier, his posture steadier. His sword sang through the air, leaving arcs of power that forced even the dark wolf of the devil to momentarily retreat.
Mia's fingers pressed against her own wrist, steadying herself. "That aura…" she muttered, narrowing her eyes. "Don't tell me…"
Hiro, standing just behind her, finished her thought aloud. "He broke through to Rank S?"
