The sixty remaining demons surged forward, a tidal wave of claws and teeth. Kairo's chains danced around him, slicing through the air with a lethal rhythm. Every strike was precise, a symphony of destruction.
A massive demon lunged at him, jaws snapping. Kairo spun, wrapping his chain around its neck and yanking it backward, its skull cracking under the force. Another came from the flank; he vanished in a crimson blur and reappeared behind it, fist crashing through its head.
The sand beneath him churned with blood and shattered stone. Smoke, iron, and fear filled the air. The crowd's screams mingled with the dying wails of demons.
Time slowed. Every demon, every movement, every breath became a note in Kairo's Judgement Dance. His technique had transcended into instinct — an extension of his will.
Twenty demons fell. Thirty. Forty. The remaining twenty froze, eyes widening.
Then, a colossal demon emerged from the shadows, scales black as obsidian, horns curling like twisted crowns. Its voice rumbled like thunder:
"You… are nothing."
Kairo's crimson eyes pierced the beast. Chains coiled around him like serpents. "I am the reckoning," he said, flat and chilling, echoing across the arena.
The giant charged. Chains whipped, fists struck, and destruction followed every motion. Claws tore across Kairo's ribs, pain blossoming, yet he smiled faintly — the thrill of the impossible before it broke.
He centered himself, letting memory and instinct merge. Spinning, his chains wrapped the demon's arms, yanking it forward. In a blur of crimson light, his strike shattered bone, shattering the beast itself.
The arena trembled violently. Dust and blood filled the air. The giant's roar was silenced as it collapsed.
The remaining demons stared — not as opponents, but as something beyond comprehension.
Kairo straightened, chains coiling around him, blood dripping from every inch of him.
The Judgement Dance had not just returned — it had evolved.
And the arena would forever remember the night Kairo became legend.