The battlefield quaked under the raw force radiating from Kin. His massive purple frame trembled with power, tattoos etched across his body glowing faintly like veins of corruption. A storm of corrupted mana wrapped around him, thick and suffocating, its edges tinged with a strange golden shimmer. Each breath he exhaled distorted the air, carrying the scent of rot and ash.
Across from him, Zayne stood calmly. His long black coat swayed lightly in the wind, arms folded across his chest, his stance relaxed yet unshakable. The faint curl of his lips betrayed a mocking arrogance, a look that only stoked Kin's fury further. His light purple eyes glimmered faintly, calm and playful, as if the battle ahead was nothing more than entertainment.
Kin's crimson eyes burned hotter, veins bulging as his teeth ground together. "You won't be smiling in a moment," he growled, his voice vibrating with hatred.
