"Tell me where you got that armor, kid," Sar growled, his eyes gleaming with silver light. The half-mutated side of his face was clearer now—twisted and veined with sickly grey flesh, like corruption made visible. He charged, his sword crackling as his domain fused with the dark aura, forming a massive energy blade that roared like a beast hungry for blood.
But Cassian didn't flinch. If anything, he looked even more thrilled. His war armor pulsed with dark red energy, his killing domain glowing deeper, more vicious. It wasn't just reacting—it was rejoicing. His sword shimmered as the domain clung to it more easily now, like it belonged there all along. With a fierce grin, Cassian raised his blade and stopped the enormous energy slash head-on, the ground around them cracking from the impact.
Sar snarled, his voice low and deadly. "That thing's not a toy to be played with, kid. Hand it over, and I'll make your death as painless as I can…"
