Yeomse PoV
I grinned wider, feeling the heat surge through my veins. "Not bad, sleepy king! But passion always wins in the end!"
Masahiko's voice echoed from within the lotus ward, calm and steady even as the pressure mounted. "Discipline outlasts passion, Abyssal. Fire without control is just destruction. Watch."
With a sharp twist of his chakrams, the lotus dome bloomed outward in a sudden, explosive burst. Petals of pure crimson fire erupted in every direction, slicing through my tornado like blades through silk. My shadow-infused flames scattered, dissipating into harmless sparks that rained down around us.
I flipped backward through the air, landing lightly on my feet several yards away. The heat from his counterattack singed the tips of my crimson hair, but I only laughed.
"Showy," I called out, snapping my fans open again. "But you're still too slow to keep up with the rhythm!"
