The two power houses did not stop until the battlefield was far behind them.
The Dunter Captain moved first, his speed controlled but immense, covering distance in long, efficient strides that barely seemed to touch the ground.
The demon followed without hesitation, its presence tearing through the air like a violent storm, leaving a trail of fractured earth and splintered trees in its wake.
Within seconds, the plains gave way to a wide, barren stretch of land—rocky, uneven, and devoid of life.
Perfect.
The Dunter Captain slowed and then he stopped.
The demon landed opposite him with a heavy impact, the ground cracking beneath its feet as its aura expanded outward in a suffocating wave.
For a moment, neither moved as the air between them tightened, charged with opposing forces that refused to yield.
"You chose your battlefield well," the demon said, its voice calmer now, but no less dangerous.
