The desert seemed to warp around them. Zarynth's violet void pulsed with erratic energy, ribbons of raw chaos twisting and snapping through the air like living serpents. Each movement left trails of distorted light, bending the space around him.
Lucien's grip tightened on the White-infused blade. He could feel the threads of the void reacting, subtly linking to the chaotic patterns of Zarynth's energy. Kairo flexed, bloodsteel coiling like a living whip, while Ashveil melted into shadows, preparing to strike in perfect synchronization.
Zarynth smirked. "Three of the six, together at last. Let's see if you dance as well under pressure as you have in training."
Without warning, the desert erupted. Violet tendrils of chaos lashed outward, disintegrating sand, shattering boulders, twisting gravity in sharp, unpredictable waves. Lucien vaulted through the air, the White bending slightly under his feet, flipping and slashing through a streak of void energy. Kairo dashed beside him, bloodsteel whipping in arcs to deflect shards of warped rock. Ashveil reappeared behind Zarynth, fists curled in shadow, striking with the precision of a predator.
Zarynth twisted, violet ribbons snapping back as if alive, and effortlessly deflected the trio's combined assault. Yet the attack forced him to adjust his stance, leaving subtle openings. Lucien saw them and pivoted midair, sending a pulse of the White into the desert floor. Sand exploded upward, forcing Zarynth to retreat slightly.
"Not bad," Zarynth murmured, eyes glowing violet. "You've grown. But chaos is my home. Predictability is your weakness."
Ashveil laughed, shadow tendrils flaring. "Predictable? We improvise better than anyone!" He lunged, shadow blades striking in sweeping arcs. Kairo spun, vaulting off a rock and striking in tandem, creating a deadly combination. Lucien followed, weaving the White through the air in loops and arcs that bent the environment around them.
The fight became a blur of motion: flips, spins, strikes, and counter-strikes that bent reality subtly, the voids of four Revenants colliding like a storm. Zarynth moved unpredictably, but the trio's coordination was flawless. Every opening Ashveil created, every strike Kairo redirected, every distortion of the White Lucien executed—they flowed together like a single weapon.
And yet… Zarynth's chaotic void was overwhelming. Every attempt to corner him was met with a sudden twist of energy, a displacement in space, or a violent pulse that forced them to reset. The three of them could land hits, could coordinate attacks, but they could not fully subdue him. His mastery of chaos, though raw, was precise.
Lucien landed on a fractured boulder, chest heaving, watching Zarynth leap backward gracefully. "He's fast… unpredictable… and still holding back. The Veil is not just power—it's instinct, instinct shaped by chaos."
Kairo grinned, brushing dust from his shoulder. "Then let's stop worrying about holding back, shall we?"
Ashveil's shadows flared wider, curling around them like a protective tide. "Exactly. Powers are secondary. Now… let's have some real fun."
The three launched themselves again, fists, blades, and shadows moving in perfect harmony. Every attack was deliberate but exaggerated—flips, vaults, acrobatics, spins, and synchronized strikes. Zarynth countered, laughed, and taunted, but the desert itself became a stage for their martial artistry. The fight was no longer about victory; it was about flow, expression, and testing the limits of void-infused combat.
Zarynth's violet tendrils cut through the air, but Lucien, Kairo, and Ashveil moved like water, seamlessly passing, dodging, striking, and improvising. At one point, Lucien kicked a shard of rock into Zarynth's path, only for Kairo to redirect it midair while Ashveil struck from above, shadows slicing in perfect rhythm.
When they finally paused, the sand littered with traces of void energy and fractured stone, Zarynth stood upright, smiling faintly, breathing heavily. "I see now… three of the six can dance together. But mastery… mastery is still far from complete."
Lucien exhaled, White energy flickering faintly along his limbs. "Then we keep moving. Keep training. Keep improving. That's all we can do."
Kairo laughed, brushing sand from his boots. "And maybe have some fun while we're at it."
Ashveil tilted his head, cloak fluttering in the nonexistent wind. "Fun… yes. Chaos is entertaining when it's shared."
And far beyond the horizon, the faint pulse of the final Revenant stirred. One remained, silent, watching the growth of the others. The storm of the six was far from over—and the next encounter promised even greater chaos.