Thunderous bangs shook the night sky as Jinn and Gaius clashed again and again, their attacks colliding with a force that seemed endless, echoing across the battlefield like rolling storms.
There was no pause, no rest, no moment to even breathe—only battle,
only the relentless exchange of blows until one of them finally collapsed.
Yet neither would fall.
They couldn't.
They wouldn't.
Jinn's entire body burned with the raw sensation of combat,
every muscle screaming,
every nerve alive,
as if his flesh itself had been set aflame by the fury of the fight.
He knew that in this deadly dance, each fleeting second might become his last.
One mistake,
one slip of his foot,
one falter in his swing—
and it would all be over,
just like that.
The strikes that came from Gaius were precise, merciless, and without hesitation.
None were wasted, none dulled, and not a single swing carried restraint.
