The storm above the Kilvish Clan Arena had not faded since the battle began. Black clouds churned in the sky, a crackling dome of electricity enclosing the battlefield like the wrath of a tempest caged in stone.
Kevin Haze stood tall, wind howling around him. Lightning coiled up his arms and danced along his collarbones like sentient serpents. His hair whipped wildly, streaks of electric blue glowing with intensity. Across from him, Samrat Kilvish lowered his stance, blood dripping from his brow, but his eyes unflinching, dark, steady, and cold.
The air between them was warped, compressed by Samrat's gravity Qi. The platform cracked under invisible pressure as the force around Kevin thickened, the very space bending and pulling inward.
"Dark Emperor Sword: Third Form," Samrat muttered, raising his blade high. "Crushing Dominion."
The atmosphere shifted.
