The dust had barely begun to settle before Steele and Zafron were at each other again, their bodies blurs of motion as they ascended into the night sky. The shattered undercity below groaned under the weight of their battle, entire buildings crumbling to rubble as energy waves rippled outward with every strike. This wasn't just a fight anymore—it was an act of godlike devastation.
Steele's phantom gaze burned brighter than ever, his glowing green eyes locked onto Zafron with an intensity that could pierce through steel. Each step of Zafron's movements was laid bare to him, a future unwritten but already deciphered.
'Five moves ahead,' Steele thought, his lips curling into a bloodthirsty grin. 'You can't touch me, Zafron. You're swinging blind while I'm reading you like a book.'