Meeting 3

Ebilade's smirk shifted, becoming something colder, sharper. Wiping the blood from his chest, he straightened, his expression darkening with newfound resolve. "Alright, Gregory. I'll admit, you're tougher than I expected," he said, his voice lower, almost dangerous. "I just wanted to see what the strength of an Ashura felt like. Frankly, you'd probably be able to kill me if I were just a regular human." His gaze hardened, that familiar glint of amusement now sharpened into steel. "But I guess luck wasn't on your side tonight."

Before Gregory could react, a dark, pulsing aura flared to life around Ebilade. His body surged with energy as he activated his newly acquired powers—Ashura's Bloodline Awakening. He felt the primal force coursing through his veins, an ancient power he had unlocked from their last encounter. As the skills activated, a cold, steely focus settled over him, and his aura seemed to ripple, shimmering like a mirage in the night.