Kaal raised his hand, fingers splayed like a maestro commanding an orchestra. Behind him, the air shimmered as countless orbs of blood materialised, each one pulsing with dark vitality, swirling like malevolent stars.
Then, they morphed.
In an instant, the orbs elongated, sharpened, and solidified into razor-edged swords of crystallised blood. They hovered in a deadly formation, their tips glinting under the arena lights like a thousand hungry fangs.
"Blood Fall," Kaal intoned.
With a snap of his fingers, the swords descended.
Kevin's pupils constricted. "Tch—!"
"Storm Step!"
He blurred into motion, lightning trailing in his wake as he zigzagged across the arena. The blood swords struck the ground where he'd stood moments before, embedding themselves deep into the stone with sickening thunks.
But there were too many.
No matter how fast he moved, the swords herded him, cornering him against the arena's edge.
