The desert trembled beneath the weight of unrelenting chaos. Bones erupted, chains coiled and snapped, and phantom titans lay shattered across the sand. Yet the Berserk Commander still struggled to stand, his obsidian armor cracked, spikes broken, and every breath ragged.
Kairo's crimson eyes glimmered, his aura oppressive and alive. Every movement he made, every flick of a chain, sent shockwaves through the battlefield. The Bone Demon's own domain — once a terrifying weapon — now twisted entirely to Kairo's will.
"You… you've taken… everything from me!" the Commander roared, staggering. His swings were wide and desperate, meant to obliterate Kairo, yet each strike was deflected, each attack turned back against him.
Kairo moved like a storm incarnate. Chains coiled and lashed, redirecting bone spikes, crushing phantom titans, and forming barriers that hemmed the Commander in. The desert itself obeyed him, sand, bone, and shadow bending to his intent.
The Berserk Demon's breath quickened, his mind teetering. Every attack he made failed, every defensive maneuver countered. The battlefield that had once empowered him was now suffocating him.
"You… cannot… control this…" he gasped, terror creeping into his fury. "This… isn't… possible!"
Kairo's lips curved slightly, cold and merciless. "You lost control the moment you let your rage dictate your actions. Power without mastery is useless. Every chain, every bone, every shadow obeys me now."
The Bone Demon tried to roar, to rally his remaining strength, but the chains wrapped around him, binding his movements. Phantom titans collapsed before his eyes, bone spikes formed cages, and the desert's sand shifted to form jagged walls, hemming him in like a living prison.
Kairo stepped forward, aura blazing, chains hissing like serpents. "Feel this… the weight of your own domain turned against you. This is what happens when you underestimate your opponent."
The Commander's eyes widened in disbelief, panic overtaking rage. For the first time, the Berserk Demon was truly cornered, trapped by the very power that had once made him unstoppable.
The desert fell silent, save for the rattling of chains and the groans of the defeated titans. Kairo's crimson-black aura radiated over the battlefield like a suffocating storm, asserting dominance, announcing that the tide had irrevocably turned.
The Berserk Commander could only struggle, desperate and humiliated, as Kairo advanced — calm, precise, and in total control.