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Danial slowly unsheathed his sword, the metallic ring of steel against scabbard echoing in the silent arena. His stance was calm, firm—his eyes locked onto Zyler.

Zyler scoffed, amused. "You're playing defensive, huh? I thought the great Danial would charge head-on. Looks like the rumours about you were exaggerated."

Danial raised a brow at the remark, “Rumours? What the hell is he talking about? I never cared about that kind of nonsense… Still, I shouldn’t get distracted. This guy’s no joke.”

Danial offered a small, composed smile. "Is that what you want, Zyler? For me to rush in without thought?"

Zyler let out a deep chuckle. "So you can read intentions. Impressive."

Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted. The aura around Zyler darkened and grew heavier. The temperature dropped. "Enough fun. It's time to get serious," he said with menace.

Danial’s eyes sharpened as he raised his sword, his stance low and ready.

At once, thick, black tendrils burst from beneath his feet, writhing li
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