Yes, Your Eminence!
The battlefield had become a maelstrom of chaos and fury. Juan, driven by an overwhelming sense of anger and loss, unleashed a terrifying transformation. His two cursed blades multiplied to six, each one sparking violently as they were enveloped in black cursed flames. His eyes bled black blood, and eerie tattoos spread like a dark web across his body.
With a furious cry, he leaped forward, his blades spinning in a deadly, circular motion, forming a raging ring of black flames that seemed to devour everything in its path. He cut through a golden barrier set up by a priest as if it were mere butter, splitting the unfortunate man in two. With relentless determination, he charged into the enemy lines, a force of destruction tearing through the ranks like the grim reaper himself.
His singular goal was to recover Elara's lifeless body and ensure she received a proper burial after this harrowing war. It was the least he could do for a fallen comrade.