The desert had become a nightmare of bone and shadow. Jagged spikes erupted from every direction, phantom titans roared, and chains writhed like serpents of death. The Berserk Commander stood at the center, obsidian armor cracked and smoking, eyes blazing with fury.
Kairo's crimson gaze swept over the chaos. Blood slicked his arms, sweat stung his eyes, bruises blooming across his chest. He had endured the relentless storm, each bone spike, each phantom strike, each crushing blow. And now… he had enough.
The chains around him rattled like living creatures, responding to his will. He flexed his fingers, letting Judgement Dance flow through him, every muscle, every reflex honed to perfection. The Bone Demon's domain pulsed outward, attempting to crush him once more — but this time, Kairo didn't merely defend.
He twisted the domain back. Bones erupted from the sand, but his chains coiled around them midair, redirecting them, bending them to strike the Commander instead of him. Phantom titans lunged — snapped, broken, and hurled back toward their summoner.
The Commander roared in disbelief. "What… what are you doing?!"
Kairo's crimson aura flared, suffocating, oppressive. The stench of death hung thick in the air, bending the desert itself. "Your domain… your chains… your phantoms… all of it obeys me now," he said, voice low, cold, unyielding.
The Bone Demon tried to wrest control, thrashing his spear, lashing chains, screaming commands at his phantom titans — but each move was intercepted, countered, and turned against him. The battlefield became a cage, every bone spike a barrier, every phantom a weapon in Kairo's hands.
Sand and bone exploded outward as Kairo advanced, chains snapping, spiraling, cutting paths of destruction through the domain he now dominated. The Commander staggered, rage twisting his face, realizing his power had betrayed him.
"You… cannot… control this…!" he spat, desperation flooding his roar.
Kairo's crimson eyes glimmered, aura pulsing like a living entity. "I don't just survive. I dominate. Every chain, every bone… belongs to me."
The Berserk Commander's domain now moved at Kairo's command, bones impaling the sand around him, phantom titans forming barriers, chains wrapping like serpents — all tools of Kairo's will. The desert shook, the storm of destruction bending to his control.
And yet, Kairo did not strike the killing blow. He advanced slowly, methodically, letting the Berserk Demon live, humiliated, desperate, trapped within the very power he had unleashed.
The desert held its breath. The tide had turned. Kairo had bent Hell itself to his will — but the Bone Blade, and the ultimate end of the Bone Demon, still awaited.