The desert was a chaotic storm of bone, chain, and shadow. Every dune was shattered, the sand ripped apart by the sheer force of Kairo and the Berserk Commander's clash. Yet now, the balance had shifted.
Kairo moved with lethal precision, chains whipping and snapping as extensions of his own will. Every bone spike that had once threatened him now struck the Commander, every phantom titan twisted and hurled back at their summoner. The Berserk Demon roared, thrashing desperately, his attacks more frenzied, more erratic, the storm he had created turning against him.
"You… you bastard!" the Commander spat, blood streaking his cracked armor. "I… am the domain! I control everything!"
Kairo's crimson aura flared, oppressive and suffocating. "Then let me show you what it means to be truly in control," he said, voice low and calm, each word like a blade.
With a flick of his wrists, chains lashed outward, coiling around the obsidian spear and yanking it violently. Bones erupted from the sand, forming jagged cages that trapped the Commander's phantom titans mid-charge. Kairo moved like a storm, Judgement Dance guiding every strike, every block, every counter, turning the battlefield into a symphony of destruction under his command.
The Berserk Commander, pushed to the brink, began to lose control. His swings became wild, desperate — not calculated. Chains flailed in erratic arcs, bone spikes erupted uncontrollably, yet Kairo intercepted and redirected them with precision. Every attack from the Commander only dug the pit deeper for himself.
"I… I cannot…" the Commander groaned, staggering as Kairo's crimson aura bore down, shadows crawling over the desert like living tendrils. "This… this shouldn't be possible!"
Kairo pressed forward, chains wrapping tighter around the Commander's spear, coiling to restrict his movement. Phantom titans were hurled back, bone spikes collapsed into cages, and the very desert trembled beneath his dominion.
The Berserk Commander's roar turned into a growl of desperation, eyes wide with disbelief. He lashed out with everything, but Kairo's control over the domain was absolute. Every bone, every chain, every shadow was bent to him.
The desert had become Kairo's battlefield in every sense — a manifestation of his will and mastery over the chains and the Bone Demon's domain. The Berserk Commander was alive, but trapped, humiliated, and teetering on the edge of complete defeat.
Kairo's crimson gaze fixed on him. "This is what happens when you lose control… when your power is used against you. Respect it… or it will consume you."
The desert fell momentarily silent, save for the ragged breaths of the Berserk Commander and the hum of Kairo's chains. The tide had turned completely — the predator now held dominion over the domain itself, leaving the Demon at his mercy.