Chapter 75: To be saved
The kid stepped forward, dragging a massive sword behind him, its sheer weight carving faint lines into the battlefield. Sparks flickered where metal scraped against stone, tiny bursts of energy humming through the air. Then—almost casually—he flicked his wrist.
The blade lit up.
Electricity crackled along its length, arcing through the air like a brewing storm. The charge coiled, restless, the weapon thrumming with raw power, waiting to be unleashed.
He smirked. "Hope you can keep up."
Amari barely had time to react before the kid lunged.
Lightning exploded from the sword as it cut through the air, a streak of energy slicing toward Amari in a brutal arc. He moved—fast, smooth—shifting just enough to let the attack skim past, heat licking dangerously close to his skin.
But he wasn’t just dodging.
He was reading him.
Amari’s chains whipped forward, striking in a precise line, testing for weakness—but the kid twisted mid-motion, blade meeting metal in a violent clash of sparks. The impact rang out sharp, energy vibrating through the battlefield, rattling the ground beneath them.
Then—the kid yanked his sword back and swung again. Faster this time.
Amari adapted instantly.
His chains curved mid-air, responding like extensions of his own body, catching the attack and throwing the force away. Every motion was clean, measured—effortless.