The sky darkened, the air trembling as if the world itself recoiled.
From the rift stepped a figure.
Heavy. Oppressive.
The moment his foot touched the ground, the atmosphere warped. The pressure alone made breathing difficult.
Hai had entered the battlefield.
As Rowan noticed Hai, his instincts sensed danger. He understood immediately. Hai was here to save Valzaha.
Rowan surged forward, sprinting toward Valzaha's fallen body, blade raised to deliver the final strike.
But before his sword could fall, a violent surge of pressure ripped through the air.
Hai raised his hand, and his demonic sword tore free, hurling itself forward like a living weapon. Wrapped in dense, black energy, it tore through the air with terrifying speed.
Rowan's eyes widened. The blade was already there.
