Rowan stood calmly, blue aura glowing around him, cloak fluttering in the wind, sword at the ready. Silent. Untouchable.
Kosan's chest heaved. His confidence, his pride, shattered.
This, this was not a fight he could take lightly.
Kosan lunged forward again, moving at full speed, aiming to strike Rowan with another punch.
But the moment he closed in, he sensed it.
Danger.
Pure danger.
He leapt backward instantly, forcing distance between them.
Damn it.
Now that he looked closely, Rowan wasn't even breathing hard.
There was no fear in him.
No hesitation.
No strain.
Just calm.
And that calmness alone was terrifying.
Kosan's eyes narrowed.
I can't get close. I can't even move freely. Every step toward him feels like walking into death.
Maybe I didn't strike hard enough earlier. Maybe I didn't push enough power out.
This time, I will.
Kosan raised both hands.
Dark flame energy gathered rapidly, swirling like a storm.
Then he fired.
One blast.
Then another.
