Level Ten: The Threshold of Blood - Combat Begins
CRASH-CRASH-CRASH.
Kairos and the Guardian collided like tectonic plates grinding together, each impact sending shockwaves rippling outward—WHOOMPH-WHOOMPH-WHOOMPH—pressure waves so intense they left visible distortions in the air. Yoo's hair whipped backward from the force, skin prickling with static electricity that tasted like ozone and copper.
The Guardian's six weapons moved in perfect synchronization—WHOOSH-CLANG-SWISH-CRASH—creating a sphere of death around its body. The sword cut high, the axe swept low, the spear thrust center-mass, chains whipped unpredictably, the mace crushed zones of space itself, and the sixth weapon—that impossible thing—seemed to attack probability rather than physical form.
Kairos met the assault with draconic fury.
SLASH.
