As the black fire sphere continued to expand above Akazel, Klein took a deep breath. His white aura, which had been diffuse until then, suddenly became denser and brighter. It stopped floating around him to concentrate entirely on the blade of his katana.
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He merged with the very essence of his sword, as if the iron and the flesh formed only one single vector of destruction. Then, without haste, he struck with a perfect vertical blow. The trajectory was clean, without any tremor.
A blade of pure energy, of a dazzling white, then burst from his weapon. It crossed the air crackling and flew straight toward the destructive sphere.
