Tick, tick, tick.
The countdown clock neared the zero mark.
Foxbreath moved into his slashing stance with a confident smirk on his face.
'Only 5 percent. Easy peasy~'
Foxbreath opened his mouth and breathed fire into the blade. The longsword's blade glowed with intense heat.
"You can do it, bro!" Penguinstrike cheered from the sidelines. 'Destroy that dickhead!'
Moriarty twirled the spear around, grabbed it with both hands, and moved the spear to a defensive stance.
Foxbreath held the longsword with a smile on his eyes and side-eyed the countdown clock that neared the zero mark.
Three seconds…
Two seconds…
One second…
Ding.
The metallic gate disappeared, and the countdown clock showed five seconds.
"The Ironic Soul Split!"
Foxbreath dashed forward and swung the longsword down with straight line precision.
"…"