The Supreme Archfiend tightened his grip around the axe. Blood covered his mouth and nose, but his eyes remained fixed on Akaza. The mockery in them had disappeared, replaced by caution and anger.
Dark silver light flowed through the weapon again. It covered the blade and shaft until the entire axe looked as if it had been carved from one piece of dark metal.
Akaza stopped rotating his wrists.
The Supreme Archfiend moved first. He swung horizontally, but Akaza did not enter the space between the blade and the demon's hands like before.
The metal chaos around the axe had become denser, and the edge stretched farther than it should have.
Akaza leaned backward, and the blade passed over his chest. Before the swing ended, the Supreme Archfiend twisted his waist and dragged the axe back in the opposite direction.
Akaza lowered his body.
Clang!
