A flicker of silver passed through Kaelith's eyes.
'I'll stop holding back now.'
"Compress."
The Metal Aura compressed tightly around his body. His weight intensified to such a terrifying degree that the ground beneath him caved. The surrounding air grew unbearably dense and heavy.
Kaelith swept an arm to the side. A blade rapidly condensed within his grasp, forming a thin silver sword. Even the air around it trembled faintly beneath its weight.
As Kaelith raised his head toward Zephyrion, a fierce light burned within his eyes.
"It's time to end this."
Suddenly, he dipped forward.
Fissures spread violently across the arena as it trembled beneath him.
He blasted forward and erased the distance almost instantly, leaving shattered earth and flying debris in his wake. His blade drove toward Zephyrion alongside roaring winds and crushing pressure.
Zephyrion tilted his head slightly.
The blade whizzed past him.
