CHAPTER 737
"You want a fight? Fine then. Let's fight, and I promise you, I won't be going easy on your sorry ass!" Yami growled as his eyes took on a dark glint.
"Fine then." Azrael spat as he sharply pushed himself off the ground.
Yami took a stance, his gaze sharp like a blade.
His hands rose before him like a seasoned boxer's guard, muscles tense while faint currents of wind rustled through his hair.
The sound of rain outside filled the dungeon, further deepening the atmosphere.
It felt as though the world itself was mourning the shattered bond between two brothers as Azrael assumed his own posture within the confined space.
Thunder roared above, echoing through the stone like a decree from the heavens, signaling the beginning of the duel.
No words followed. No taunts. No hesitation.
The brothers dashed toward each other with everything they had.
